I Remember

I remember when I used to be so naive.
Naive, because I was pure.
Free from worldly worries.
Needless worries.
Happy just to live.

Now I realize I think.
I think about what if this and that.
I try and try to predict.
Pessimistic, skeptical, even cynical.

It feels like I lost ability to be myself
without being under influence.
I can think straight,
see everything just the way they are
only when I cannot do either.
I can say honest words without any false
when everything is hazy.

What have I become?
Is this what it is to be an adult?
If so, I'd rather stay a child forever.
Even if it means to say good-bye.

Forever.