My Inner Thinking, My Little Rascal

Once upon a time, when i was a child. I always ask, what is this? And what is that? My parents sometimes get mad, because i keep asking whatever i see, and touch. My mind works really fast. I can't make a differences between imagination and reality. I don't even know whether i'm lying or not. My inner thinking looks like a puzzle, trying to get the missing piece of a picture. When i'm an adult, my inner thinking begin to loose it shapes. I'm too easy at dealing everything. Not trying to search deeply and don't want to move on. I'm stuck in situation when i have to choose which way to go. I wish my inner thinking back to me, teach me again and show me another dimension of life. My inner thinking is my little rascal. It cause a mess in my inner thinking room. But, even so. I miss you anyway, my little rascal.