There comes a time when we wonder how
the clay has begun to harden now
Under the piles of paper and official ink
you no more want your room to be pink
looking around now its getting harder to mix
whom do you amuse with your college tricks
each day the pressure climbs your head
Going wild gives way to calm instead
Friends become a priceless treat
once in a blue moon if ever they meet
Random and impulse seem going away
now planning each time each word you say
You wonder why you feel so grown
as if it was a choice but not your own
sitting at your desk no time to play
all you have is the hardening clay..
