Growing up

The times when small things
Could bring us joy
Our faces lit up with
But just one small toy
When our mothers made
Sure that we ate all right
And we always had daddy
Holding our hands very tight.

What happened to the innocence
That once was within?
What happened to the honesty,
The ethics and the discipline?
When did the concept of
Love and friendship change?
When did life become
Just about our selfish selves?

Why is it not possible to
Run back to the purity of childhood?
Why are we alone and
Why is that our choice?
Why do we expect the worst
And not believe the good?
Why do we deceive the world
And then even lie to ourselves?

Is this is what growing up is about?
Is this what it all was meant to be?
Was childhood just a happy dream?
Was faith in god just an excuse?
So where do we go from here?
So do we just keep walking alone?
Will there ever be answers to questions?
Will there ever be a happy me?