Child


How I yearn to be a child again,
To have days of sun and play.
Where everything is simple, so sweet, and yet still beautiful in its own way.
When days were carefree and full of lollipops, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches,
And most of all sticky fingers.

How I yearn to be a child again.
The days when skin color didn’t matter,
And gender was irrelevant,
Or when popularity wasn’t an issue.

How I yearn to be a child again.
When people were actually people and not humans void of emotion.
When friendships weren’t based on religion.
Or the funny food your mom likes to cook.

How I yearn to be a child again.
When I ran because it was fun
And not because I had to in order to survive.

How I yearn to be a child again.
Because it was the only point in my life where things were innocent.
When pain wasn’t an everyday feeling.

But somehow, I think it doesn’t even matter.
We’re forced to grow up so fast.
To make that jump from childhood to adulthood, bypassing our adolescence.
It’s like we never had that innocence at all.









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