I wish I could be young, Just for a day, I wish I was small And had small fingers i could twirl, In my father's hands. I wish I couldn't walk as fast, As I do nowadays, and I could stop, And see, the wonders and mysteries, Which pass me by every moment. I wish I saw love when I stared into, These million swarming eyes, around me, While all I see these days, Is a reflection of hate, envy and pain I don't want to speak, as words fail me, Like they did, then, and this cruel tongue, Speaks only lies, and no truth, I'd rather cut it off than let it harm anyone. Let me play in sand and mud, Let me eat chalk, let me fall off bicycles, Let me break my tiny bones, and let me lose my teeth, I would still laugh and happily finish my meal. Where is my mother now, I lost her, in my childhood, and I lost my innocence too, I lie in my home, alone and sad, While she dies, and no one cares. If i could be a child again, I would kiss her, And tell her that I loved her, And sit in her lap...
Your metal dreams seem well justified here, and dreams are passively powerful. I am wondering if some magic breaks out from the blitzkrieg of the Gods and the serpents. The children may well be doomed but let's protect the shadows, if we may.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing!