THE CHILD IN ME
I miss the way i viewed the world now I’m no longer a little boy the little me trapped as imaginary this is beyond the ordinary it’s footprint stamps in my head directing me where I should be led his ways are soft, easy and questionable adulting is a stumbling block even if I am able the child in me never left it’s chuckles in me is what I felt Lord please make me a child again I need to feel each drops of the rain I miss the cold feel of my feet on sand wild and carefree like no one is around my torso bare as I lie lost in petrichor and the subtle strings in overture my present self is just a reflection of waste lost, sad, lonely and empty case adulting is the closest phase to suicide madness is its next of kin alongside the child in me has been caged for ages his aura and adrenaline all wrapped in bandages he just wants to come out and play the world wil...
