Nothing is more
wondrous
than to live in that
sublime light of
blissful ignorance.
Life as understood
by a child
is a life built using
make-believe materials
upon false foundations;
and perhaps there is
nothing wrong with that.
Storms and valleys were
storms and valleys.
never analogies;
never hard illustrations.
Pining after youth comes
frequent,
does it not?
And perhaps there is
nothing wrong with that.
