Back when tigers roamed the bushes,
and tiny soldiers marched the window sill.
Back when you lived on Candy Island,
and you could spend hours prodding the anthill.
I remember those moments of pure ecstasy,
punctuated with Rasna breaks.
I remember those moments of thrill,
of cycling down hills without breaks.
You could say I've changed a lot;
become less energetic and more mature.
But for the whirlwind that life is,
I guess being a kid again is the only cure.