Of the yawny morns and days filled with impish joy,

Of the thunderous laughter and stubborn tears

Of the sketch pens, crayons and my lil barbie doll...

Those were the days I cannot believe are gone …

The days of justified restlessness, all along,

Normally a consequence of a hidden demand

Those nights of wonderful thoughts

Of how amazing the world will be when I eventually grow up

Growing up was a fantasy then

A means to do the wonderful things we’d planned

Bursting with ideas and passion for living

We finally moved on to look at the world, dreaming ..

Dreams, ideas, plans and reality…

World told us they were all a possibility …

Nothing’s for sure here, when you arrive

You have to find your way, up or down, the way you strive