HE IN ME

I think there's a kid in me,

Who sees all that I can't see.

He is blind to all the distinctions;

The greed and the vindications,

That have muddled my thoughts you see,

And made me a man I don't want to be.

He likes the wind ,the rain,the seas

Savours the beauty around with ease;

While I only can feel jealous of him,

Surrounded by them all and still be grim.

He is reckless with his innocence;

While all I have is pretence.

For him are not the rules of this world,

Of rich and poor;of stone and gold.

For he is contended with all he has;
But its me dissatisfied with what I have.

Wish I could be him,be a kid again;

Wish I could run free,run with no refrain!