still a child
Embracing Childhood Memories Through Melody
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Too much nostalgia for someone so small, they say
Feeling overwhelmed by nostalgia despite being young.
But I reminisce on the past again anyway
Reflecting on the past despite the advice to focus on the future.
I know I should save it up for when I grow
Aware that nostalgia might be more appropriate for the future.
Returning to the books I never really read
Returning to unread books, possibly representing missed experiences.
Reliving life I never really led
Reimagining a life not actually lived.
But I still dance barefoot alone in my room
Engaging in carefree activities like dancing alone in the room.
I still turn on my fairy lights and twirl cross the floor with my broom
Keeping a childlike joy through playful activities.
I still huddle in bed when the rain starts to fall
Finding comfort in familiar childhood rituals.
I still stand on my toes, I still wish I was tall
Expressing a desire to be taller while embracing childlike wishes.
Maybe it's called something different now
Questioning whether these experiences have evolved with age.
Maybe I'm careless or wild
Suggesting a possible carefree or wild nature in the present.
But in my mind's eye
Despite external expectations, maintaining a childlike perspective in the mind.
I'm still a child
Embracing the self-image of still being a child at heart.
Time to grow up, time to be more realistic, they say
Pressure to grow up and be more realistic.
But what's the purpose of vision unmagical
Questioning the purpose of abandoning magical visions.
Keeping the fairies at bay
Resisting societal pressure to let go of whimsical thoughts.
I know it all might seem silly
Acknowledging that the desire for escape might seem irrational.
But I so long for escape to the way it was
Longing for a return to simpler, carefree times.
Picking buttercups just because
Treasuring simple pleasures like picking buttercups for no reason.
So I still write letters to you in my room
Maintaining a connection through written expressions.
I still spray my wavy hair with lavender perfume
Engaging in personal rituals, like using lavender perfume.
I still hope this isn't over too soon
Expressing a hope that the current state isn't short-lived.
I still turn my gaze out the window and smile at the moon
Finding joy in simple, natural elements like the moon.
Maybe it's called something different now
Reflecting on the evolving nature of experiences.
Maybe I'm careless or wild
Suggesting a potential carefree or wild nature in the present.
But in my mind's eye
Maintaining a childlike perspective in the mind's eye.
I'm still a child
Reiterating the self-identification as still being a child at heart.
I'm still a child
Affirming the continued self-identity as a child despite external pressures.
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