The Magic, Rekindled

Wild eyed, bright eyed innocence, Brimming with hope. Days blurring by in happiness, Unmarked, unblemished. Oh, the words, the thoughts So infallible they seem, A certainty, an inevitability, That stays so, But only till the days, They supposedly know better Unveiled cynicism, jaded minds Which begin everything With an if, a but, a why. Faith and belief no longer remain, In people, in words, in themselves. People keep wondering Why life seemed so much happier When they were young. But they don't realize, That they can make it so again. With a simple wave of the magic wand, They once held, in chubby little fingers.