Grown Up Kids..

The city full of neon and xenon, Vaporizing old mercury, As the inert gases are the best, Not to feel the love of electrons. Cozy malls and slippery tiles, Protective sandals, shoes and chapels, Gliding along the pretty petty stalls, Glass barriers along the staircases, Elevators, lifts and foyers.. Fast food chained the stomachs, Of hungry crowd, where roasted, Imported coffee and teas, In tall white cups and glasses, Just to taste and the rest to leave, Branded shops hold the tagged garments, Just to buy and keep unwrapped. Sales is everywhere, but dollars is ours, Can spend it as if have no more dawn. Joyous grouping in the loneliest bars, Gulping the happy hours, To return to be scared. Happy is life and we are living a loving life, When we fail to take care, We will be taken care. Joyous nights always young and we never grow old, stopped growing at teen, not only the body, also our mind. Toys are our hobby, and we play with our toys day and night. We are grown up kids...