Isn’t it curious how, when we were young
we had a simple view of dreams and memory?
Memories showed us how things were
and dreams…how things could be.
But now that we are older
we have a different point of view
as memories now remind us
of our dreams that have come true.
And isn’t it curious how when we were young
the world was fun, and innocent…and new
still secretly we wished
to do what grown-ups do?
But now that we are older,
and the world is not as fun, or innocent…or new
secretly we wish
to do what children do?