My parents wanted me to be a perfect child
But I always chose to sit on the farthest aisle
Tried sneaking around to see what was there
Lights blinked from everywhere
Some being strong and some being faint
But for that I had to be there to make
Always I had to make back in time
In order to look like the perfect child
Now it feels I have gone so far
Returning back will be a war
I know I can do it in time
But I again see some doors in line
And I want to see what’s inside
The risk is too big to take
But I really still want to play
The dilemma is when to stop
And return back to the steady halt
But the journey still seems so long
Expectations grow all along
I wish for the day
When I will stand
And mom will say
You have been the perfect one
The chances seem dimmest scarce
But I know I have to win this race
