Sometimes I wish I was a baby again,
things just seem so simple.
Blissfully unaware of all the worry,
that can hide behind those dimples.

The most amazing thing about a baby,
is their ability to go.
Miserable to ecstatic,
before you even know.

The secret is their binky;
it's seemingly insignificant.
As long as it's in their mouth,
they couldn't feel more magnificent.

When it's with them,
they're in an oasis.
Free from all the problems,
that plague the rest of us.

When it's with them,
nothing else could matter.
All their problems disappear,
like a window when it shatters.