Not as Planned
Not as Planned
Growing up is never planned
Your friends are those who live at hand
Next door, round the corner, at street’s end,
The same-aged child of your mother’s friend.
Your friends are those who live at hand
Next door, round the corner, at street’s end,
The same-aged child of your mother’s friend.
As you get older, and change your schools
You begin to play by different rules
Choosing those who seem the same as you
To realise later that isn’t true.
You begin to play by different rules
Choosing those who seem the same as you
To realise later that isn’t true.
You take on beliefs from Mum and Dad,
Then throw them off as simply bad,
The words of teachers, fresh and new,
Soon re-define what makes you, you.
Then throw them off as simply bad,
The words of teachers, fresh and new,
Soon re-define what makes you, you.
Your life choices, forks in the road,
The good and bad life will bestow,
You accept much, and discard some,
But all create what you become.
The good and bad life will bestow,
You accept much, and discard some,
But all create what you become.
You hear it said, ‘to get to there
I would not have started quite from here’;
It takes some time to understand,
But growing up is never planned.
I would not have started quite from here’;
It takes some time to understand,
But growing up is never planned.
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