Oh, to be a child again

With unfiltered thoughts

Blossoming wildly

As dandelions in spring

Beyond any horizon

A mind can imagine

Pedaling faster and faster

To a clock with no time

On vehicles perfectly designed

For destinations unknown

Going nowhere and everywhere

In anticipation of discovery

By exploring the unexpected

With friends formed easily

And changed as quickly

As is the fickle fate

Of childhood playmates

In times of innocence

Free of resentment

Jealousy and prejudice

Impervious to hate

But love is by default

Happiness not sought

Nor smiles contrived

To hide the frown

Sadness prefers

When being a child

Long since left behind

Yet lurking in the core

Is a yearning to restore

That child inside.

— Harry Seymour