Innocence.

As each day passes. There is some innocence lost. A certain hardening of heart. One more day to look back and smile on. A secret wish takes birth. A wish to take a re-birth; live a life without a template to live by. Your maturity slows you down. Makes you think, leaves lesser room for the spontaneity to breath, till it buckles under the claustrophobia and leaves you for ever. Just like a tender stem turns into the bark. You become stronger but stiffer. As you think how life used to be so much fun and it aint anymore, there is a person just five years elder to you. Sitting back and thinking. What opportunity lied ahead of him five years back and how he dint see it, thinking how life used to be so much fun and how it aint anymore.