We made our karts for races
when the season met us
It carried with us happiness’
that illuminated day
Mirth quickened our pace
Thoughtlessly jumped on them downhill
Amongst us, the dread of loneliness
was shrugged away
All around an honest face
that heartily surrenders
Laughter filled with abandon’ess
Here now thoughts race
Could it be thoughtlessness
Of not devouring our space
With all that passion and eagerness
But where is the light that used to embrace
My heart with such loveliness
I miss the little seasons
Devoid of empty reasons
© lak’wab asis 2010
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