The Pan Effect

I wish I would have stayed a child forever.

If only I could remember. 

Never to worry over the issues of the world,

to be blind of fantsy worlds and imgination.

To stay a little girl, and not witness the broken nations.

To alwayas touch the softness of a lion's fur that I would conjure in my dreams.

My lion's name was Awad Al-Assad. Awad the lion. 

The fierest lion I had ever seen.

I never wanted to grow up, I wanted to stay a child,

who was never judge by intelligence.

Where it's okay to be dumb, and young. To always set out for adventure and have fun.

To have no responsibilities.

To be innocent and not to know right from wong.

To ride on the back of a lion and escape with the figments of my imagination.

To leave behind pain, desire and altercations.

To not be mindful of other's opinions.

To not base myself on the way society wants me to appear.

but rather just put on whatever, like I used to.

To not get hurt.

I wish I was a child, one who would cry because a candy  fell,

Instead of crying because of pain, loss, and agony.

I can only gather bits of my childhood, memory has faded from me. 

I remeber being a child, always curious and out-going. I wished I stayed like that. I wished I stayed a child forever.

If only I could remember.

Maybe, I've gone mad. Insane.

Maybe it's The Pan Effect.