The Joy of Being a Child

The joy of being a child is simple

Things were easy, things were light

You were just trying to discover life.

The world was your playground

The stars within your reach

Not even gravity can keep you down

But then you start to forget

You grow up and bother yourself

With matters of consequence.

Your hair grows longer

Your mind gets greener

Your sight becomes dimmer

Left is right

Right is never straight

And straight always leads you nowhere.

Look back, then look ahead

Only a child can see

What lies beyond eternity.

The joy of being a child is simple

When you begin to understand

You were a child all along.