Innocence

We are told to put away childish things.
But I will not.
I will not lose my sense of wonder.
I will not stop asking why.
I will not stop playing,
Or wanting to fly.
For what is wrong with thinking like a child?
What is wrong with speaking as a child?
What is wrong with understanding like a child?
Are children not the last to judge?
Are they not the first to make new friends and trust in the blink of an eye?
Are they not the one's who see a bird soar through the sky and openly exclaim their excitement for these little moments that a man has become numb to?
Why should a number define my excitement?
Why should a aching body restrict my curiosity?
I refuse.
If understanding as a man means understanding evils of the world,
Let me not understand any more.
Give me back my innocence.