CARTOONS (and my child-like wonders)

wanna get back to the past

to a better time

where being a kid actually meant something

carefree and happy, i owe my positivity to Billy

living life wasn't difficult at the pace we were moving

still we had no idea where we were going

though Sonic hyped us to go fast

while Johnny Bravo taught us to keep it grooving

it wasn't hard even when we were losing

as a matter of fact we were mad lax

doing big things as little kids

without having to worry about a bi-weekly check

or stress about filing tax

our imaginations took us from Lyoko to Nowhere Land

and in reality, we were either up to no good 

or just being bad

i miss being sad

about the little things that made even little sense

where a penny for my thoughts made me proud

to speak up for myself and less tense

i miss the moments shared playing with childhood friends

we were always linkin like Numbuh 5

from Sector V of the KND

ready to take on new challenges

with a smile on our face like Numbuh 3

and no matter how Grim the mission is

we weren't Cowardly, dog

we had Courage
like trying to Mac on a girl
but then feeling Bloo when she rejected you
then take a nap and immediately forget all about it

those childish ways of living were the easiest

and it sucks that all we can do now is reminisce

yin-yang, but we threw off balances, though

we didn't throw away any challenges

lest we stunted our growth

we were proud of this

take me back to those days

to a time where it wasn't so serious

you remember, where cartoons were enjoyable

and playgrounds were meant for timeless play

before anyone knew what time the adventure started

or wondered why George was so curious

let's playback to a period of history

the era of Scooby Doo and Hong Kong Phooey 

where make believe made you believe you were
what your mind made you to be and believed
where the Flinstones made our beds rock and
horror movies taught us to keep our doors locked 

i'm just being honest, and though opinions may flock

i would've had a more amusing time staging homemade

puppet shows with nothing but my boredom and socks

pretending to solve mysteries with my talking dog

or making that time worthwhile with my imaginary friends

only wishing that it wouldn't end

i speak no lies

growing up stinks

puberty burst bubbles

then says, "suck it up, buttercup"

now it's even harder to tell the past goodbye

but i imagine there's a bright side

we blossom from our childish ways toward

a brighter future with blessings that desire to say hi

so i guess a Rugrat's gotta grow up sometime.

#wordsbyjoshy