The world grew small...

I was a child and new to the world.

I saw wonder and only wonder in the world.

I looked out of the window and

The world seemed awesome, mystical.

Everything was a mystery, everything, an adventure.

In the world I lived, anything was possible.

Anything and everything was possible and probable.

It was in my mind, the world was in it.

Everything was make-believe; everything.

I could believe, I could have faith in.

My heart and mind and soul were naïve.

I believed and my heart was filled with wonder.

Whatever was new, was a big wonder.

The world outside my window was a wonder.

My backyard, a rainforest, a mountain.

My backyard was whatever my mind wished for.

The lane across mine was a mystery.

Filling my mind with intrigue and wonder.

And everything had a mystic appeal.

The world, the life was an adventure.

The world filled me with curiosity.

The world is awesome, I thought.

And the curiosity grew, it grew.

And then the inevitable happened, I grew..

I grew big and the world grew small.

Everything became seen, heard, experienced.

Adventure, the word my life revolved around

Is no longer in the world. Wonder! Where is it?!

Amazement, amusement, mystery! Where are they?!

Now not anything is possible, not everything is.

I grew and my mind grew with me.

The truths, realities to which I was oblivious

I realized henceforth and I wept.

The truths, harsh realities of the world.

Took away it’s wonder, it’s appeal..

Things no longer are make believe.

Things are only believe, everything is.

Now I ask, is knowledge good?

Or are innocence & ignorance blissful?

I grew big and the world grew small.