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Monday, July 30, 2007

Innocence Is Bliss

When we were born in this world, we didn't know anybody and anything else. We knew only those who took care of us. We were easily amazed with how the leaves move when they are blown by the wind. We were so amazed with the drops of water that falls from the sky from time to time. It was called rain. Hmmmm, rain, a new word. We used to think that they were tears of crying angels. When we first uttered a word, it was something huge. When we first walked the earth, we felt so proud. Our parents made us look at it as a great achievement. I wonder why firsts are always so memorable, and when we do it again, it is not as big as the first one. Our first day at school, our first kiss, our first real love. It was all beautiful.

It feels good to be happy. What's good about being a child is you see things differently. You see beauty in a rather dreadful world. It's like seeing a toy out of an rusty, empty tin can. We felt happy even if we saw things that we didn't know were bad. Innocence. It's the joy of being a kid. Hakuna Matata.

There are times in my life that I want to turn back time and go back to my childhood. I remember, when I was younger, I wanted to grow up so fast so that I can do what I want to do, without my papa and my mama's consent. But now it's as if I regret that I wanted that. When I see children and when I see their childhood, I feel like going back to mine. It was a time when I need not worry about grown up things, a time that I need not worry at all. As a child, I dreamt big. It made me happy, dreaming made me happy. But as I grew up, I learned a lot of things and in the process, I met a lot of people, some of them have become close friends, even.

"When I Grow Up"
Garbage
Cut my tongue out
I've been caught out
Like a giant juggernaut
Happy hours
Golden showers
On a cruise to freak you out

We could fly a helicopter
Nothing left to talk about
Entertain you
Celebrate you
I'll be back to frame you

[Chorus:]
When I grow up
I'll be stable
When I grow up
I'll turn the tables

Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected
God I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences

[Chorus:]
Blood and blisters
On my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper
I go mental
I'll try to be gentle

[Chorus:]
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up
I'll turn the tables

[Bridge:]
Don't take offense
Better make amends
Rip it all to shreds and let it go

I rip it all to shreds and let it go
I rip it all to shreds and let it go

I rip it all to shreds and let it go.

Labels: childhood, children, dreams