down with cynics

I've had enough of the cynics and the jaded. I find myself catching their attitudes of disregard like a contagion. I don't like my own susceptibility to their malaise. I let them get the best of me for a few days. I was only a part time hippie.

I want to go back. Back to a time of wonder... I think I am mostly usually in a state of perpetual wonder - it's just once in awhile I find myself wrapped in the scratchy blanket of the cynics around me.

Maybe I just need to hang out more with the boy wonder who sits on the edge of the seat with me, eyes wide and bright with delight. Maybe I just need to dance more with my dancing girls and not worry about what my feet are doing.