Child In Me

The child in me still

Lingers onto balloons

Believing in fairy fantasies

Hoping for happy endings

The child in me still

Urges to enjoy miles in motion

Figuring the tangent on the curve of emotions

Trading the rumors to treasure notions

The child in me still

Pokes the bubbles

With tincture of tender

Disrupting the puzzle

Forsaking the fake dazzle

The child in me

Loves for no reason

With no boundaries of season

Vowing for no drastic corrosion

The child in me

Yearns to owe simple

With smile controlling the dimples

No scare of erupting pimples

The child in me is

Fond of painting on Canvas

Whistling to the steam of engines

Sailing the paper boat in rainwater

The child in me,

Sneaking through the curtains

Embracing the stuffed toys

Lived the happening golden era

The child in me

Besides the shores building castles

Stabbing the arguments, won the battle

Steering the wheel was judged by the hustle.