My way and conduct
Is modesty
Even though the garden
Become a paradise

I wish
In the boundless ocean
Of the world
There was no mention
Of tempests
Or revolutions

There's a kid in me that wishes he
Wasn't wearing this old suit
That looks to show the age of old
If only people knew

This thinning skin that holds me in
Also holds this childish mind
If it were let loose what it would do
Is run fast, free, and wild

I'm not thinking that of past regrets
I've loved the life I've lived
I just wish the shape I'm in
Was still that of a kid

It's hard to run, skip, and jump
Acting out the fool
When all adulthood tells you how you should
Follow at the rules

I just want to see this kid in me
Having the best of times
Which was easier to do when this suit was new
Tailored more to this childish mind

Another day falling
from the crack of yesterday,

a patch of pearl
burning in the amber west
flaring up heaven
firing me up
in the pains of solitude
and poetry.

Home beckons through a dark way
where hope breathes eternal
as lanterns of moonlit leaves.

I won't mourn the loss
but fill all the void
with paper and ink.