I don’t believe childhood is an echo long reverberated
Off the cave walls of adolescence
I remain immature in my adulthood
Curious still as to the source
Of the firefly’s light
In the night
I still collect some and place
Them in a jar
I marvel at the present without worry
Then, I release the fireflies into a starry sight
The heaven’s celestial might
Close to the touch here on Earth
Secured in a dream that becomes reality
Childhood doesn’t belong in the past
I will remain naïve but sophisticated
Developed but childlike
With a perpetual kindergarten
Gleam in my eye
Till the day I die