When I was a kid.
Dirt under my fingernails was a constant
When I was a kid
The scrapes that were plastered all over my knees, were a sting that seemed to linger with me wherever my feet carried me.
When I was a kid
My backyard was a kingdom and I? Its rightful heir.
When I was a kid
I had wings that allowed me to sore through the air
When I was a kid
Reality was flexible, I could bend it to my imagination
I could bend it to my will.
But when I was a kid
I wanted to grow up
Then I actually grew a little
And with that
You go to more school, things start to get serious.
If you have that childlike fun people think you’re delirious.
The paths we traveled so much as children start to over grow
Our feet forgetting the feeling of dirt below
Age lines set in too early
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We rushed to grow up
We hurried a process that strips some of their imagination
And others of curiosity.
We no longer wonder
We get jobs,
things we never wanted to do,
things that we have no interest in.
Some try to hold on to their youth,
they are told to stop acting like a child.
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What has ever been wrong with that childlike sparkle of wonder
Because…
When I was a kid
My Dad encouraged us to challenge the world
My brother, created worlds around us
Wrapped in joy and fear
Allowing us to have that creativity
Because when I was a kid
I loved the dirt under my fingernails
I loved the pain that my knees clung to
I loved my loyal subjects
I loved the wings that held me in the wind
And I hated growing up
I hated the responsibilities
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My little brother my saving grace
Whispered a question one day
¨Who else would pass on our older brothers worlds?¨
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It made me feel alive
Like I had something of my youth to cling on to
So the next time you think of a stupid child like idea
Do it!
Climb something random
Do something that goes against the boring adult grain
Because now that I´m older
I wish I was a kid.
