Let’s go back.
To when the days were counted not in numbers but by discoveries.
Small fingers outstretched to the sky, trying to get a grasp on this world,
one experience at a time.
Asking questions without answers
Your favorite word was always “why.”
Punctuated with intensely curious eyes,
Your head cocked slightly to the side,
Expecting a response even when there wasn’t one to give.
Minds full of fairy dust
Wide eyes of wanderlust
Never knowing what life had in store for us.
Back to when you had perpetually paint stained hands,
Dirt under fingernails,
Hair tangled by the wind,
Mud stains on your new dress.
Don’t tell mom but you always liked it better like that anyway.
Said it reminded you of chocolate milk.
And everyone knows, there's nothing on this earth better than chocolate milk.
Back to when we gazed at the stars so long our eyes themselves began to twinkle.
We took to staring contests during the day to share our galaxies.
We woke up early to watch the sun paint the sky like a canvas.
Pink stained clouds never ceased to take our breath away.
Call us crazy, but thought it beat Cartoon Network anyday.
We stayed up past our bedtimes to wave the moon goodnight.
We searched the sky for the Big Dipper and Orion's Belt.
They were the only constellations we knew,
But the way our eyes lit up when we saw them,
Made them the only one’s we needed.
Back to when wonder was our only motive.
We dived in head first not because we had courage,
But because we didn’t know to be scared yet.
Back to when we rolled the windows down just to taste the wind.
And daydreaming was a common pastime not a waste of it.
When we were more than just people,
We were heroes and pirates and wizards and royalty.
We soared through stormclouds and danced with dandelions.
Our heartbeat was the only music we ever needed.
And every raindrop was proof that magic really did exist.
Bedtime stories didn’t seem so far off.
What happened between then and now?
How did magic become merely a device for Disney to make a profit.
And four leaf clovers became so rare we stopped even bothering to look.
We stay up late but keep the curtains closed from the cosmos.
They say money can’t buy happiness but it’s starting to replace it.
We shy away from opportunity because we finally learned what fear was.
Our dresses remain clean and we don't drink chocolate milk
We close our fists and turn our eyes from the skies.
We don't have time for staring contests so our galaxies flicker and dim.
Your favorite word became “Because.”
Except, for a few.
Some people never stopped daydreaming
They still wish on dandelions though some may call them childish.
And wander forests in their free time because their curiosity surpasses their fears.
They seek out the beauty in the extraordinary and the mundane because to them those
words are synonyms.
They love for the sake of loving, their joy does not need justification.
And they aren’t afraid to get wet if it means dancing in the rain.
Most of all,
they still ask questions.