The child, that is me
Half a century on this planet
Is perhaps the bare minimum target
To see the world through the eyes
Of a child, that is me
Half and half makes the whole, I know
When the lost part is found, I grow
To be that innocence
Of a child, that is me
Half baked wisdom, spread over the net
We got to reach a point, to start to shed
To tell oneself a story, from the voice
Of a child, that is me
Half the battle fought, in its pursuit
Happiness is lost, during the commute
To learn to mimic the smile
Of a child, that is me
Half a loaf is better than none is a myth
When none holds the Truth is the faith
To unwind, to let go, to be free
As a child, that is me
Half the world away within my world
Together yet separate, it’s hard
To hide, to seek, to play
As a child, that is me
Half a mind set on attaining
Won’t do a good in retaining
To absorb, to penetrate, to being
As a child, that is me
When the layers of conditioning are removed, what remains is the pure innocence of a child!
