A child's footsteps are light
they don't carry
a heavy ego.
A child's movements are harmonious
their instruments are
not yet out of tune.
A child's heart is soft
It hasn't decayed
into cold numbness.
A child's mind is vast,
not yet forced
into being so narrow.
I say: Never grow up.
Fight to keep alive
your little celestial spark
known as childishness.
Poems, journals and assorted writings of every sort about the details of my adventures in both the outer and inner worlds.
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