I feel as if a man growing in reverse.
When I was but a child I was content with a book in hand.
The need for play and companionship a passing notion.
I respected my elders and I hardly questioned authority.
I was thought of as a serious child, mature for his age.
Yet as I grow older I find myself being more irreverent.
My thoughts towards childish notions engaged;
I feel the desire to be selfish and self-indulgent.
I don't act as I once was -calm, quiet and collect.
I come across an untried youth- impatient and inexperienced.
Where have I gone astray? Which path ought I have taken?
The child who once was old? Or the adult who acts a fool?
I long to see the world through eyes of child-like innocence.
Unblemished, imaginative, unlimited.
I wish to be more mature, evolved and empathic.
Most importantly, I wish to be idiotically happy,
Easily amused, always inquisitive, and ready to believe.
Whatever age I may be, may I never be confined by conventions,
Fettered by inactions or lack of imagination.
May I be, just be- young, old, wise, fool, all in one.
