I close my eyes and try to recollect
How i got there there where I am?
It was by choice I reckon
The choices of life rather than mine
Cause who would give up the lap of his mother
and the most contempt slumber ever
Who would want to learn to walk
when you the ride on your father’s back
Who would miss the tales of the granny?
Who wouldn’t want to dance in the rain?
Who wouldn’t want to be king or Queen
Making with sand the castles of dream?
Who would want to leave the magical woods
The woods with door to the magic-land
The falls from the bicycles,the little steps to life
the fight with your sister,your first day of school
All are now but distant memories
like a flock of clouds on the misty sky
I long for them clouds,and stare at the sky
I wish them to rain, so once again
I could ride my paper boat
On the stream down my memory lane.