Oh how wondeful it would be
To turn in all my worries
And retire to the age of six again.
Laughing the cares away,
Running playfully about with a smile,
And being free....bliss.
The knowledge of no knowledge,
The solitude of thought,
The exited tantrums bursting away,
And the grey areas of life
setting with the sun.
Everything is at your fingertips,
Yet responisbility is lights ages ahead.

07/07/2002

Posted on 07/07/2002
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