Indie Scribe Magazine November 2014 | Page 47

III

I'd like to walk barefooted playing with a dog

Wash my clothes with sand

Paint my face with mud

And see myself as nice

Even when others look awed

III

When I aim to eat

I'd like to eat with earth

And dream of fairy tales

And many fanciful apparels

Always looking forward to holidays

IV

How can I live so stiff?

Wearing the name of adulthood

On a child who taunts and screams

I put on my best of behaviour

Even when the real me cries

V

Oh my God

Oh my Lord

Give me a sword

To cut down the age which ails

My being

TO BE A CHILD AGAIN