do you ever stop and remember
the wonder of being young?
of looking through a kaleidoscope
seeing shades of wonderous colors
shapes that come and go
an air of immediacy surrounds stunning patterns
as you blink and then they're gone
but there is no time lost in despair
as a new marvel replaces the last
and childhood takes a hold of me once more
for the briefest of moments
i am completely carefree and happy
lost in childhood innocence
content to sit and stare
cloaked in the quiet confidence children have
always envied once its lost
but in moments of quiet contemplation
i look back and feel the innocence
a flash and then it passes
and i am left lost, confused, burdened
once more














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