Adults are obselete children and the hell with them.
Dr. Seuss.
The time has come to speak of things that really matter,
to set aside the [INAUDIBLE] swings,
and put away the toys and rings.
Clipping the wings of dreams most closely
and planting the feet most carefully,
but watering them once a day just in case spring
should bring a greening of the limbs.
Does it matter really, what really matters?
Or is it simply that the time has come?