Take me back to start
When I held on to my heart
When I wouldn't dare let go
I cared too much
I was scared
Back when I had a little bit of innocence
When I was naive and believed
When I thought the world would make sense
The pieces would come together
The notes would sing a beautiful symphony
And life would turn out right
Because I was wrong
And now I know
But yet somehow I miss it
I miss being a child
I miss believing in the foolish things I did
Childhood is lost too soon
This poem really makes you think. I too miss my childhood. When everything seemed so much fun and full of imagination. I mean I was happy basically all the time. Now... sometimes I feel I let my younger self down.
Very true. Sometimes when I think back on how I've changed, I really miss how I used to be. But at other times I'm happy about the growth and maturity that has occurred.
I've been thinking about this a lot... it seemed that when I was little, I was so much more creative than I am now. And at Christmas time, I get sort of depressed, because I feel that I'm missing the childlike excitement that used to come to me even just a few years ago. I'm too young to be thinking these things, but I do anyway.
It's very true. Kinda sad how the childlike wonder we used to feel goes away in most of us. I see the light in their eyes, the smiles on their faces, and the innocence of their thought processes and logic, and I wish that's how life was.