I remember I could believe in magical things,
the diamonds we cherished in wedding rings
On a sunny day, I could imagine I’d see forever
when rainbows appeared, I would run until never.
When I was a child I recall all of my scary dreams
were mysterious inventions of my fears it seems.
While happiness, security, confusion followed me,
hope, passion, optimism, confidence eluded me.
I remember I could look in a person’s eyes at will
without ever wondering if I might be today’s pill.
I could climb a mile of stairs in a half a minute,
turn around, run downstairs and forget I was in it.
When I was a child I would smile in every instance
I found if I didn’t my world became horrific intense.
I wish I’d decided as a child to let go of my notions
instead no longer might I pretend away commotions.
When I was a child I remember life seemed lovely mild.
A tearful demeanor didn’t determine when I was a child.