Copyright 1/11/01
Where did the innocense go?
I really do miss it so.
Where nothing could touch your soul
And you only felt hot or cold.
Where your greatest fear
Was mom saying "No!",
And as she wiped away the tear,
Saying "I told you so".
Where is that eagerness to explore?
The wonderment of everything an exciting chore.
The normal and mundane
An adventure in playing.
Where an imaginary world is reality,
Where reality is imaginary.
If only I could go back to that world
Where I want to be.