I longed to be a mystic,
To be again a child completely,
Transformed!
Transported!
Transfixed!
It was more than an arduous job,
To be a child again,
I wanted to see my playmates again -
Play with them on dust and mud again,
I wanted to go to childhood places again-
See beauty in everything again,
My psyche has changed and the years have gone bye,
It has gotten harder to find those guiltless days again,
It's only a feeling now to be an innocent child again,
Free of mundane desires, malice, and hate,
When I try to revive my childhood memories
I only get glimpses of innocense,
Only a mystic would know...
...what it is to be a child again,
But I feel like I was a mystic always,
As I am never more than a child at my heart
Mykoul
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