Who or what I am,
I will never know;
Dream to be a child
Never want to grow.
Living in the world
Of ice cream and shakes;
Smudging my face with
Puddings, pies and cakes.
Spending the whole day
Beneath open skies;
Running with my friends
Catching butterflies.
Kites, swings, bicycles
Toys, innocent lies;
Love, hugs, kisses and
Mother's lullabies.
In my heart I know
This to be a dream;
Need to face this world,
Cruel, though, it does seem.
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I love IT! ! ! ! Thats exactly how I feel sometimes....Still, already old for that. But loved it! Thanks!