Sometimes, I see him, that child running.
He merrily hops on the broken tiles.
The tiles crack and shatter underneath his feet.
The sounds that they make pleases him.
Sometimes, I see them, momentus glimses in the night sky.
They shoot across the glimmering canvas.
I wonder how many, witnessed this fleeting glimse?
Sometimes, I see myself in places I have never been.
I run in the sand, swim in the sea.
I touch the snow and feel the cold.
I smell the fresh air and swat the bugs away.
I see it all so clearely.
And in those sometimes, I am made undoubtly happy.