To whom it may concern,
I am hereby tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to accept the responsibilites of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower. I want to be six again.
I want to go to McDonalds'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&Ms are better than money, because you can eat them. I want to play handball, during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa and Roudolph 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 didnt' bother you , because you didn't know what you didn't know , and you didnt' 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, prejudice, starving, and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality. I want to be six again. I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever, because 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 that I watch for fun, not something used for an escape from the things I should be doing. I want to live knowing that the little things that I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them.
I want to be six again. 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 denist and how to find the money to fix the car. I want to wonder. what i'll do when I grow up and what i'll be, who i'll be and not worry about what ill do if this doesn't work out. I want that time back, I want to use it now as an escape so that when my computer crashes or I have a mountain of paperwork or two depressed friends, or a fight with a spouse or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman without thinking about anything except wheather the snow sticks togather and what i can possibly use for the snowman's mouth, or pretend im a Fairy princess locked high up in a castle waiting to be rescued..
I want to be six again.
To Detach is to cut off
Disconnect, Divide
DisUnite
Sounds so Easy
But Yet so Hard
Why?
Because I love you
But you Don’t look at me Like you used to
What happened?
Where are you?
What do you see When You Look At me?
Why am I Questioning My Own Questions?
Am I Wrong? Are you Right?
If I’m Still in Love with you
Why do you Get to Decide?
Change?
Is that it?
I don’t do anything for you anymore
But did I have to in the first place?
If you Love me For Me
Then why do I feel like I have to change
To better suit your needs?
Do you Love me?
Did you Ever Love me?
I just can’t seem to understand
They say its 21 questions to see if
You love someone
But only 13 Can Change all Of That