Roller Coaster Ride

roller coaster, child

Through the eyes of a child is how I see life.
Forever going up and down.
Carrying on without care or woe.
Surprised by the actions of a leaf on the wind.
Dragged on by the flight of a butterfly.
Backwards and forwards, floating through time.
Seeking what I am not supposed to have.
Dwelling on whether I should or should not.
Waiting, wondering why I cannot.
The answer is simple to see.
For as a child my answer is this.
Who made up these rules, which no one understands?
Well, of coarse, an adult who forgot how to ride.