The quiet restrictions of the playfulness

The unchained joy of the rough surface

Missing like hell the charm of those days

In a life driven by sophisticated excess

A desperate urge in an age of prowess

To meet the child in you and his grace

Living the life in that careful embrace

Oh that paradise and this futile access

Time cannot go back but have your recess

Rediscover the child in you, that lovely mess

Of kin, of friends, of the thoughtless ways

Oh the carefree days, that childhood caress

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