A lot of people miss the simplicity of their childhood where even time spent in poverty can seem like a wonderful magical life full of possibilities until a certain age. That age comes at different ages for different people. It is the age when people begin to see the realities of the world they live in. That reality begins to wear, then dig then tear and cut into the soul of a person with every friend lost, every last goodbye, every lie brought forth to the truth. I am not quite to the point of the poet yet. But I am a realist and I see it on the horizon.