childhood: unknown excitation -
the world primordial-new,
mysterious place where
dreams are dreams and reality
tastes
of the unexpected
and then
adulthood: stale
ingrained pathways bleach
the world into
a sterile representation
of the dreams childhood grew.
on occasion: a thought,
moment or event,
triggers a resurgence of
this hidden 'unknown' and then -
it is gone
and a staid world remains.
how to break habitual chains?
how to regress to innocent state?
if we could,
would we?
should we?
or is it
too
late?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem