Where songs and love
And carefree spirit reigned.
Where pencils and paper
Would be enough.
Where waiting
Wouldn't be a death.
Where worlds
Could be shades of darkness.
Where hearts and minds
Were valued above.
Where sound
Was not a burden.
Where effort
Was plentiful and helpful.
Where easier
Wasn't always better.
Where days weren't
Wasted away.
Where creativity
Was something useful.
Where magic
Was something different.
That's where I want to be.
Why is that not now?
It seems to me you are already there. To be so young and so wise....to have lived and found wisdom is no frivolous matter. Just that you have noticed many of the travails of life and desire more/better is a beginning of the path. I think you will go far. Keep writing.....and smile often....even when things don't go as planned.
Well, one life isn't perfect. It never will be. Two-because we always have to go through trials and heartaches. But yes, that would be nice if life was that simple and perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have read few poems tonight from people requesting me to so... and your is the first I come across that I like. :)