The Things I'm Fascinated By

I used to be fascinated by the smallest, most insignificant things:

A shining dew drop on a blade of grass;
The bright swirls of colors on a palette;
The waves of leaves fluttering in the breeze;
All the small things that brought fond memories.

But as time ran on, it started to fade;
Responsibilities, expectations,
Began piling up, suffocating me,
And it was not long before they took over.

No longer would I pause, fascinated,
As a plump red robin burst into song;
The time, when I would stroll around all day,
Making discoveries, was long gone.

Instead I now pen myself in the house,
Merging with the chair in front if my desk
--reading, writing, studying, researching...
And I ask myself, what happened? What changed?

And then I realized, why should I change?
Why give up the things that set me apart?

I am fascinated by the smallest, most wonderful things.