When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I dropped out of “Childish High”.
When I was a child, I liked aeroplanes,
I never got to fly in one, or even fly one,
When I became a man, I settled for cars ( forget ’em planes).
Back in the days, I sang for planes- every chance I got,
I know you did too, whenever you heard ’em pass,
Looking up with admiration, to see how big or small they were.
I thought they did rock the sky!
Listened to stories about them too,
Like how they have “roads” in the air, ridiculous!
When I was a child, I looked up more and more,
To see planes, count planes, squinting my eyes.
Didn’t succeed on cloudy days, those invisible planes!
When I became a man, I lost the enthusiasm,
Now looking up less and less,
Planes seem much normal, I don’t seem to care.
I couldn’t tell if it’s a war plane,
I look up less and less,
Could I possibly feel enthused again?
My scope: Looking up less and less to God, is one terrible thing that happens to people. We can’t afford to “get used to” God.