Children,
Spreading joy and wonder
Playing and fighting
Following their dreams
And inventing wild stories,
These all emerge from the hearts of children

And sometimes when I find I can no longer continue on in my self sabotage
I have an ideal to hold on to
The ideal children emanate
The lies my ego perpetuates
Are so hard to erase
I believe this story about myself and the world
That causes me feel like a basket case
But when I close my eyes
And embrace my inner child
I remember who I am
And I remember that *I can