The Candy Store
I remember when I was a kid
Going to the candy store
The smell of the fresh candy
And the wood floors - all mashed up
Peeking into the displays of chocolates
All lined up in a row
Patiently waiting my turn to choose
And then having my chance
Back then much like today
You think you can choose
What you want
But it’s not always that simple
Back then mom stepped in
And limited the long list of desirables
Today it’s more just the chosen
Who have a lot to say
And while you can see the gems
All shiny like the candy
You must still wait patiently as before
Looking at gems and wishing on stars