Growing Up In My Selfish Self

When I was little, I always believed,

That the world was so very small.

That no one could see anymore than me,

And that I could see it all.

What was around, was what was there,

And the sounds were just for me.

The trees, the leaves, the everything,

Was all there could possibly be.

I held my world in my eyes,

And saw what I wanted to see.

All the bad things and happenings,

Were never meant for me.

There were no paths to anywhere,

Because I never wanted to go.

I was content to stay where I was,

To learn, to love, to grow.

People would leave and go away,

But that was not my concern.

For there was no where else to go,

And I knew that they would return.

My world was oh so little,

And my time was oh so long.

I understood what I wanted to,

And my innocence made me strong.

All of life's grief and sorrow,

Could never touch or affect me.

I only saw joy and happiness,

Whatever else could there be?

I was very young and innocent,

And believed what I was told.

My life was full of fun and frolic,

And I wanted never to grow old.

But times are always changing,

And my mind and eyes opened wide.

I could see a little further now,

And opportunity was on my side.

I no longer could sit or stay too long,

I always had somewhere to go.

My world was growing so very fast,

And my time was not so slow.

There was so much to discover,

And a world outside my own.

And after every new challenge,

I knew I was fully grown.

But then there would be somewhere else,

And something else to see.

And once again I was too young,

And my world was dwarfing me.

Everything was big again,

And I wish I could have stayed.

So very young and innocent,

With blue eyes that have not grayed.