I have an insatiable need
To be young.
I have an unquenchable thirst
to be thrilled.
I don't want to change the world.
But I'd to love lay upon its lawn,
And feel it spin beneath me.
An insignificant baby blossom
On its timeless rotating face.

I'd love to sleep through the freeze
And emerge in July.
A born again sun child
With soft skin and fresh eyes.
I 'd aspire only to simplicity.
Tell them all to go on without me
For I only aim to abide aimlessly
In the warm womb summer
Out of touch, and abandoned by time.