Child Within

In the tapestry of time, we weave and entwine,
With threads of adulting and childhood, both tender and fine.
Though years may weather our souls and bring to the heart a stone,
Within us still lingers that child, all alone.

The adults we are wear the masks of the day,
With burdens and whispers that lead us astray.
Yet beneath the grown surface, with shadows that play,
The spark of our youth still dances away.

Bright in our hearts, like stars in the night,
Lies a whimsical spirit that dares us to flight.
Through spirals of memory, we twist and we turn,
In the realm of the fanciful world, for which we yearn.

Our DNAs mingle in playful delight,
In waves of mischief that shimmer so bright.
A chromosome cheeky, a rebel at heart,
Yearning to break free, to make its fresh start.

In our souls, we’re the rascals, the dreamers, girls and boys,
With mischief and laughter, we make our own noise.
So no matter the age, no matter the guise,
If we lose touch with our joy, let’s return to our childhood' skies.

For the beauty of living is not in the gold,
But the spirit of childhood that never grows old.
Embrace the enchantment, let the heart take its chance,
In the hapless frustrated adults' dance.

Retrieve the knowledge of the days when the sky felt wide,
When dreams took flight and fear could subside.
The taste of the rain, the warmth of the sun
In the garden of innocence, we have gone.

So let us unearth those fragments of light,
Chase the elusive, reclaiming our flight.
For deep in our essence, that joy still resides,
A reminder that life’s not just where it abides.