09/09/2009

I'm a child

I'm a child,
And I don't know
About economics
And politics.

I'm a child,
And I don't know
About money
Or the quick fix.

I'm a child,
And I don't realize
How often I spread
My wings and fly.

I fly away,
To a place
Where feelings
Aren't names.

I fly so high
That I forget
My own name.

And I don't try.
I'm myself,
Without regret or pain.

That's where I
Lost everything I had.
(Everything I
Ever had)
But I gained
The world instead.
7/09/09

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