untitled

I'm excavating the pathways
I followed in my pastways.
I have found that
children are, in fact, not
Immature, or
Unripened,
But rather far
More alive than
You or me.

I dream of living as
A child, a careless toddler
Again. When I still
Had a taste of immortality
and spoke part-god.

But i've lost that language
With the gradual lack of use

Now i'm shedding the
in-between years
that slowly corrupted my
innocence and using
the burning bridges to
light the way to new days
of the unadulturated
love i had back then.