My name is me

I’m too old to do anything I want to

But I must not be old

Because I don't want to be old

Because I must feel old if I am old

If I take a stick

And gallop across the wood

Send mice to their castles

Singing tunes of gallantry

Can I be a knight?

If I dance

Like an octopus

And swim with fishes

Calling them fishies

Can I live under the sea?

If I speak to someone else

Someone that nobody knows

With crazy hair and flying shoes

Who carries me across the globe

Can I be a magician?

If I love to doodle

And can’t hold my pencil right

Don’t color inside the lines

Having little concentration

When I want to go out and play

Can I forget how to read and write?

If I believe very much

In everything make-believe

That trees could smile

As they do

That the wind speaks to me

Can it be?

If I sit quiet

For a very long time

Underneath a tree that I like

With my eyes shut

And feet naked

Can I be alive?

If try very much

To be me once more

Can I be?

Please let me be

Because I am very simple

Or perhaps I once was

I hope you can be simple too

I used to be very big

With big thoughts

And a big dream

Now I’ve shrunk

But they say I have grown

I hope you understand

Why I write to you

I hope you understand

All the things I must lose

All the things I cannot

Do

Or see

Or be