Nostalgic Child

I understand. It's like running across an old playground. You know, chasing the "shadows" & your imaginary friends. It all becomes nostalgic when you're older. When I look back I see a child who knew nothing. Knew nothing yet was so hopeful of the world. He could grasp the world & his world was something that nobody can predict. Imaginative & oh-so-witty, this child had it all. Filled with spirit & melancholia, he loved the world. He wasn't afraid to knock down the big bad castles of the bourgeoisie. He had a toy pistol in one hand & his other hand on his heart. Fearless with strong eyes, ready to take down the world. Ready to be king. Silly child. I miss that child. So charasmatic & devoid of any fear. Nostalgia makes the little hope I have left smile. And once I get out of here, I'll have more smiling days. Just like when I was a kid.