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 will surely betray 

gradually I lose its feel 

this I pray no one steals 

the child in me makes me realize we’ve lost it all

let the world crumble, let humanity fall 

@talk2leigh

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12:19pm

25 Nov 2025