When we’re newborns and toddlers,
We’re so eccentric and authentic,
Eager and ecstatic,
To start living our life.
Gazing at the night sky,
We ponder the brilliance,
An amazing masterpiece,
A great work of art.
There must be some force,
That created this world,
That’s giving me breath,
That’s protecting me and cares.
Unrelenting faith,
Always eager,
To tackle the day.
Persistent and relentless,
Pessimism is a term,
We know nothing about.
And then we grow up,
Observing and forgetting,
Somehow down the path,
Of self prophecy and setbacks,
We convince ourselves of deception,
Of every lie of misconception.
And then strip by strip,
As we remove the layers,
As though peeling an onion,
Our eyes begin to burn,
Until we can’t take anymore.
If we can be children,
Remember what we knew,
So deep in our heart,
In our childlike soul.
That life is a playground,
We make it as we want.
Then look back,
Smile and reminisce,
The journey above all,
We’re conquerors from the start.