Never Everland

Oh, to be a child
One more time
To dream while I'm awake
To eat everything anew
To Glamorize the mundane as if it was treasure.

The things I knew when I was a child
I will have to grow old to remember.

Oh, to be a child
One more time
Like a butterfly springing out of its cocoon
Like a bird spreading its wings
Like a song at the moment of its inception.

Innocent, open, free. 
Oh, to be a child.
Oh.