
I want to go to McDonald's
and think it's the best place in the world to eat.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle
and make waves with rocks.
I want to think M&M's are better than money
‘cause you can eat them.
I want to play kickball during recess
and stay up on Christmas Eve
waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.
I long for the days when life was simple.
When all you knew were your colors,
the addition tables, and simple nursery rhymes,
but it didn't bother you
because you didn't know what you didn't know,
and you didn't care.
I want to go to school and have snack time,
recess, gym and field trips.
I want to be happy because I don't know
what should make me upset.
I want to think the world is fair,
and everyone in it is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too
much.
I learned of nuclear weapons, starving and abused
kids,
and unhappy marriages.
I want to be six again.
I want to think that everyone,
including myself, will live forever
because I don't know the concept of death.
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life,
and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want television to be something I watch for fun,
not something I use for escape
from the things I should be doing.
I want to live knowing
the little things I find exciting
will always make me as happy
as when I first learned them.
I remember not seeing the world as a whole,
but rather being aware of only the things
that directly concerned me.
I want to be naive enough to think
that if I'm happy,
so is everyone else.
I want to walk down the beach
and think only of the sand beneath my feet,
and the possibility of finding that
blue piece of sea glass I'm looking for.
I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees
and riding my bike,
letting the grownups worry about time,
the dentist, and how to find
the money to fix the car.
I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up,
not worry what I'll do if this doesn't work out.
I want that time back.