The day the magic goes away,
The day life dulls and
Your eyes forget to see
Vivid laughs of color
Is the day your childhood is over,

The moment you can no longer feel
Something you've never felt before,
Like a warmth inside your head
Or in your chest
Without some form of drug
Or film or book
That brushes off the dust
From things you thought were forgotten,
This is the moment your childhood ends.

But sometimes,
Like love for the first, first time
All over again,
Your soul remembers how to breath
And gasps for a split moment
The air of young
Before the waves of today
Flood into your chest once more,
Drowning,
Drowning,
Little bubbles dancing upward,

One last ray of sunlight
Peaking through the current's whisper,
Swimming softly enough
Just to graze the tip of your nose
Before the black takes over.