My childhood aspirations
Search me in desperation
They usually publish letters at my previous vacation spot
Figuring out not I’ve moved to new allocation
Incomes my bread is my precedence
I’ve sacrificed my hobbies pretending my maturity
Enjoying in rain and making a paper boat
Has reworked into plans to execution all caught
With associates, we sat and we have been related
Now in closed partitions workplace, we’re remoted
Working, sleeping biking, enjoying
Was all within the childhood sport
Changed by dialogue, planning
Execution for firm’s identify
I want I may rewind
Oh, God! Kindly be variety
However I do know there is no such thing as a flashback
Now we have to maneuver ahead, there is no such thing as a comeback
