Walking the paths of childhood
A pang of familiar affection
A kinship to the child locked inside
Bound by the light that steals all mystery
The grandness of discovery, a child’s eye
Every new idea seems an adventure to undertake
Clouds that were dragons and mythical creatures
Are now water vapor pulled along by jet streams
Junk, mud, and holes in the ground
Kingdoms and castles to a child’s mind
For all the triumph knowledge holds
A lingering hope for the return of mystery
But, in Pandora’s footsteps
There is no going back
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Walking the paths of childhood
A pang of familiar affection
A kinship to the child locked inside
Bound by the light that steals all mystery
The grandness of discovery, a child’s eye
Every new idea seems an adventure to undertake
Clouds that were dragons and mythical creatures
Are now water vapor pulled along by jet streams
Junk, mud, and holes in the ground
Kingdoms and castles to a child’s mind
For all the triumph knowledge holds
A lingering hope for the return of mystery
But, in Pandora’s footsteps
There is no going back
Jeremy Scholz 2006
