I over ponder
I'm a stapled down wanderer
That seems to be my problem

I only wish to be as innocent as three
In amazement about everything
So much beauty and questioning

Why is the world so big?

Why does daddy have to work again?

Why is there angry and mean human beings?

Why is the sky so big when I look up high?

Why?

I look at my precious little three knowing she knows more than me