Once upon a time we were little
I was little and the world was so big .
My hometown was huge in my eyes, though it was the opposite when I grew a little older .
I was only 8 and I hated the world, I know it seems bizarre but I have my own reasons .
I spent most of my time meditating , quietly as a mouse . The moon was my only true friend .
I thought it was mine and only mine ,and each night I heard his whispers .
I know it is all in my mind but I adored living in my magical wonderful quiet place inside my head.
I used to dream big as every child .
I don't know why I thought I was special somehow ;
The smartest kid in my school , and way better then my older brother .
But things change to the opposite once you grow old ;
What you were before is the opposite of what you are now ,
what you wanted before is what you would do your best to avoid ,
and what you hated before is what you will die for today .
Who knows what the future holds .
Maybe the opposite of the opposite and we will be what we were before ,but in much weaker bodies and less teeth .
Hopefully still smiling like little kids .