I wish I was the kind of child
Who could take no for an answer The kind of happy kid Who could simply nod along Yet hidden deep within The sandbox of my stumbling Was space just enough For curiosity to go crashing Crashing into a world Forgetting to praise the child Willing to hear your no But live another answer
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