kindergarten

i want to go back to kindergarten. i want to be little again. i want to go back to being naive and thinking the world is a good place. i want to go back to simple math, and having everything handed to me. i want to go back to that time, when the only differences between boys and girls, was hair and shoes. i want to go back to juice boxes, and fruit snacks. and back when the mot stressful part of the day,.. was when my shoe laces came untied. i wan to play again, i want to trust again, i want to breathe again. i want to go back to being held by my mom, and when she tells me that everything is going to be ok, .. it actually is. but the juice boxes are gone. it seems the younger i try to be, the older i get. and now when i asked my mom how to end this poem. she just said,.. stop talking.