Once, when you were a child, you would laugh.
At nothing of great importance.
You would just laugh.
You would dance in the sun and rain.
You'd dance till dusk
And all the way till dawn.
And then, all over again.
You had no sense of time.
No rhythm.
No rhyme.
Your life was full of wonderful things
That only you could see;
Filled your empty pages with colors,
Pictures
and beings unimagined.
Places uncharted.
But now, you are grown.
And your laughter is scarce.
You only dance
When it is required
Your page is empty,
For you get a new one,
Each stage of life.
But your page is empty,
Except for a couple of words,
"I wish I were a child again."








