Childhood

You want it to be done when its going on
But you want it back by the time it is gone
Its makes you what you are today
What you were
What you weren't
What you should've been
What you could've been
Its obliviousness, selfishness In its purity
and
Yet for some reason we want it
The Tea Parties
The Stuffed Animals
Doing nothing all day long to have fun
Waiting for a fat man
that is a hundred years old
has a red nose
can travel at the speed of light
and gives you what you wanted
Why
Because he gave you hope
Something Fairies can't give to anyone older than older than ten
Their hope is one of the best kinds
Were we stronger back then able to make worlds in our heads
Worlds that all eventually become words and words in stacks of paper in books
or
Nothing but memories that maybe weren't even memories
Maybe they were just things that people said about how we were
That weren't fully true
A picture is worth a thousand words
but
A memory is worth ten bazillion
And childhood itself is worth all the stars you counted when you tried to count them all
But if you saw the worth of childhood while it ran its course
It would have been worth nothing at all
A beautifully endless paradox
and
The only way to make sense of it is to look back
And see
It wasn't about the sense in it for there was no sense at all
Childhood