For 5 immortal minutes...
we run faster than the wind,
and go back through time.
Way back when what we only knew,
was the punishment of pain
and the reward of pleasure.
For 5 immortal minutes,
everything else was a blur of noise
we mindlessly danced to and played along with.
Moments of emancipation...
we owned.
All these days we shouldered the responsibilities
of raising and rearing,
and thought that youth is but a distant past.
But not for these immortal 5 minutes.
Cause in those minutes,
we got to be kids again...
in mommy-daddy games...
at a 7-year old's party.
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 9:24 AM UTC
For 5 immortal minutes...
we run faster than the wind,
and go back through time.
Way back when what we only knew,
was the punishment of pain
and the reward of pleasure.
For 5 immortal minutes,
everything else was a blur of noise
we mindlessly danced to and played along with.
Moments of emancipation...
we owned.
All these days we shouldered the responsibilities
of raising and rearing,
and thought that youth is but a distant past.
But not for these immortal 5 minutes.
Cause in those minutes,
we got to be kids again...
in mommy-daddy games...
at a 7-year old's party.
