Don't grow up.
Stay small.

Fight me every day.

These moments are fleeting,
barely-tangible things,
flying by fast
on silver-silhouetted wings.

Don't run.
Stay awhile.

Don't grow up
Or tall
Don't change at all.

Don't rush fate,
Or time;
Be late.

I'm in no hurry to
Let you grow
Let you go
Let time flow
Like a river

Deliver
The goods.

Deliver
Me.

Say that you'll be there
Ten years from now
Twenty
Thirty
Sixty-five.

Don't grow old
Stay small
Don't grow at all
Don't forget,
Or regret
Regretting,

Be as you are.

Fight me every day.

Only then can we cheat the murky, fleeting memories
That time threatens you will be.