Yoga - Petre Pan Syndrome

I'm getting old; I don't want to grow up
I'm getting old, I feel my skin drying
I'm getting old, I lost my imaginary friends
I'm getting old; I don't piss in the bed anymore

Take my hand, don't let me fall
You lie to me, you going to let me
This is my rest, Take my rest
You don't seem, what you are