When i'm on my daily travels, looking out at the world
It's easy to see depravity, and bad situations
But when I expand my mind and my inner child unfurls
I turn it into a garden, with my imagination
Remember when we were kids, and everything was new?
And no matter what happened, there was always something to do?
And remember when we could take a crayon and blank page
And keep ourselves mystified, seemingly for days?
Well, i'm twenty-nine now, but i've kept that part of me
In my mind, my body, soul, and deep in my heart, you see
Because what is a life without fresh eyes and wonder?
And the inner voice that can laugh and testify to my blunders?
That innocent core, untouched by my darkest days
When my blood boils from deep sorrow, and aweful rage
When everyone around me says that the world is ending
And everyone is so cold and only care about spending
And everyone is so robotic and in a trance
All doing the same thing, like the hottest and latest dance
But the inner child in me follows it's own drummer
It moves to its own beat, and dances its own number
It sees the whole world as fresh, and feels true
Everyone says they're getting older, but I feel new
When everybody else feels being human is tragic
My senses show me that this whole world is magic
The sun shining is an event you can't compare
The fresh winds blow, and they come out from nowhere!
The moon's attractive power, and relationship to the water
The energy of the young son, the beauty of the daughter
This whole living world has its trials, sadness, and pain
But the way I view things, it's all far from a shame
Just being alive can be one massive vacation
But all it takes is love, and a little imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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