Humanity in motion

  I miss him, the child in me  the new me, fresh me  new to the world I have no knowledge of  my path both smooth and rough  I miss him… the toddler  jumping right, left, centre and corner  carefree more than the wind  soft and stud like watermelon rind  I miss him, the naive one  many mental races I had won  competition makes me feel alive  I was the god of soliloquy and aside  I miss him, my better version  don’t really care if I was born in a mansion  always wanting to explore the world  ain’t my problem if it’s full of void I miss him, the fortunate fool  born into a family so cool  but mischievousness synchronized like a cape  I was too playful for God’s sake  I miss him, unlucky but sure  always wanting everything more  me who cares not about tomorrow  even if pain will surface overmorrow I miss him, the conversational spirit  whispering in my ears that I did it...