going back to the time
when i was wide eyed,
looked at the wonderful things,
fascinated, content...
someone held my hand,
wanted to let go of it,
wanted to reach out,
i was no more a kid...
i was in the world,
the world was in me,
it lured me,
i let go of that hand...
i ran to reach it,
if only i had known,
it was not for me,
too late, i was hurt...
now only a shadow
walks beside me,
reminding me,
the old innocent days...
so i wait with hope,
my only companion,
i will find that hand again,
turn back and walk away...
