Run free! Play with your pals!
Why do the old people tell us,
That we will fall when we climb the ladder of the slide?
Not to go near sharp objects,
"It'll poke your eye out!"
Even when it is just a pencil.

Adults, adults, them and their doubts,
Ask us to believe in ourselves,
When they themselves don't in us,
As a child I would jump the highest to reach my dreams,
I used to say, I wanted to touch the sky,
Then mother will follow along and whacked my hand,
Which is more painful than allowing reality hurt me.

One day, I spotted a pretty rose,
Thought I'd pluck it to give to a friend,
I realized how sharp the thorns were,
But went for it anyway,
No matter how deep it cut my fingers,
How much blood escaped my flesh,
It was worth it.
Thus, I had my rose,
And was very pleased with it.

Another day came, another day went,
I was doing my homework,
i had piles of it then,
And I got scraped by the edge of a paper,
Paper cuts, you never see them coming.
But if we were to take precautions on everything,
We might as well lock ourselves up in an asylum where its empty and white.
Colors make you go blind!
The television is an enemy to mankind!
Smiling gives you wrinkles!

What is safe in this world?
I would rather live in the factual reality than in trepidation,
So little children of today,
Be good young ones and listen to your mommy,
All is evil, None is safe,
Everything will slowly peel your cornea and munch your eyes,
Pull your hair out and grip your scalp!
So do not worry, all is calm,
Don't be naughty!