I miss the mystery

I miss the mystery of life

I miss the days full of wonder

that I had as a child

I miss the mystery of life

all those days of sunlight

where promises ran wild

the world had lots of questions

for an amatuer like me

my heart and mind and body

were natural at being free

there was so much to see

I miss the mystery

I miss being curious

I miss not knowing the answers

I was alive to learn

it makes me furious

the fact that I have grown into

waiting for my turn

I remember caterpillars

before they turned into butterflies

I remember the whitest snow

falling soft before my eyes

on top of great pine trees

I miss the mystery

          I remember golden days

          and star-filled summer nights

          dogs and cats and other people

          there before my sight

I miss being who I was

when I didn't know anything

but I wanted to find out

I ached to learn because

everything was a question

I didn't know what it was about

now the answer's at my fingertips

at the end of my hands

I now can know everything

but I'll never understand

the world and what it means to me

I miss the mystery