Dream Of A Sprout Poem by Aram Stefanian

I wish I were a little scamp again,
Having nothing but games on the brain.
If I regained that lost feeling of being free,
I would tell everyone around me to go climb a tree.
I wish I weren't fly, but dumb and naive,
Living in my own cryptic world of make-believe.
Me and my amigos birds would enjoy sky diving,
Unafraid of dizzying heights, not caring about surviving.
I wish I could be a blank page or a blackboard,
So sensitive and selfless that with life was never bored.
If I only could fall in love at second sight,
I would stop playing hide-and-seek with a lonely night.