Our Time

We were told to grow up,
We were told it's a wonder,
We were told we'd be free,
Free to make any blunders.
They spoke of such a paradise,
The talks made us wait,
The minutes turned into hours,
The hours into days.
We counted the time on our little fingers,
Kept counting till they grew bigger,
The count had now gone beyond measure,
A smile lights up as we realise we're adults.
So we searched for the paradise,
Far and wide,
Hunted for days and weeks,
Not sleeping at night.
The mistakes we made,
Did not slip,
The prices we paid,
Were way too big.
But we never stopped searching,
Searching for this Wonderland,
And we never realised,
It was all a trap.
For growing up was not being free,
It was being caged,
Like a bird bound to a tree.
But we keep singing,
Hoping in vain,
Someday we'll be free,
Someday our time will come.

But now we realise, we know, we feel.
It's time to break the chains
It's time to fly, soaring the blue skies,
Full of wonder, full of joy.
Take one last look at these binds, my friends.
Then set fire and run.
Take one last look, my friends,
Our time has come.
.
*cue evil laughter*
*vanishes in the flames*