A child who gets exited everytime
over the aeroplanes Flying in the big blue sky,
A kid who sees figures and structures in the same sky, watching butterflies and birds
A child who loves toys and coloring books
Used to or am I still, confuses me to this day still,
In my head I repeat
so I won't forget the details of that child

I like those cloudy days
When time seems to flow slower than yesterday,
A minute more of sleep makes happiness to last,
3 am's starting to resemble 9 pm
now that am a bit older than before,
People change, I did too
I am the child I was but has transformed to something more

Worries becoming serious
hapiness shortening every time,
Versions of my self roaming inside
One of which is that flawless child,
escaping from the clasp of responsibility
Every now and then When I look at the sky
When ever I see the planes fly by
Stuffed toys piling up in my room
At times I see that child within myself

© aroma unni