Time

Is our childhood a past life? Or a dream?

A place where we left a piece of our soul behind, at the playground, on the swing

A soul left behind, picked up gently by the wind;

&Then I wonder if time steals our innocence, or if its society to blame

&Suddenly nothing was the same.

&The pain, you wouldn’t believe the pain

The pain that lay beneath it all;

Beneath every memory that has ever crossed the mind.

&Like a child I am lost

Suddenly the world is huge, &I, I am so very small

So incredibly irrelevant under the starry milky sky.

&I feel a whirl of emotions, I cry out in my sleep

Searching for the soul I seek,

The old soul that has been long gone

For you see, souls change

&My mouth whispers, a cry so soft

That a feather once fell, &made more of a sound

Deeper I slumber, further into the peace of sleep

 

A.D.A