Childish thoughts

As a child how you see things was magnificent. 
Numbers were amazing, oh the innocence. 

I imagined them so colourful from one to ten
Then onwards was dark into oblivion. 

Numbers scared me they always did, 
And I grew up to be ignorant. 

The world once large brought forth some Mirth, 
I thought a full map was only half the earth. 

Asking my mother what's on the other side. 
The truth was were some of my innocence died. 

The belief I could be anything, 
Was greater than it ever would be. 
Stay up all night with friends
Delving imaginatively. 

All nighters were glorious, a must have. 
Now there caused by thoughts, wicked and bad. 

Our perspective surely changed, 
As our bodies slowly aged. 

Once Ego centric feeling important, 
Realising your nothing was truly horrid. 

A shred I still had at mere adolescence, 
The world is mine, oh the innocence. 

Also the belief that I was always right, 
Was the last bit of innocence, before it died.