8

I’m still a “toys ‘r us’ kid
I still wake up at 5 am
On Christmas morning
And stare at the presents
For two hours
When I’m finally allowed
To wake my parents

If you could see my daydreams
You would never guess
That I wasn’t 8
But rather 22

A big boy
Reading big boy books
Doing big boy things
Living every day as a young adult
But with an absurdly child like fetish
For candy
And Christmas
And fairytales you wouldn’t believe
Living every day
Holding onto an innocence

I’m not an innocent person
But I’m using a man’s strength
To hold on
To childlike wonder

I’m just growing up
The only way
I know how

Sometimes it’s hard
Being an eternal 8 year old
In an ever growing body