I do not know what happens.
If you already I am old
being young, or what.
But I am a child living in cotton
and children's concerns,
not tie my laces, waiting
Tooth Fairy.
I do not know what happens.
If I become puberty,
having to gray,
taking up diapers. Maybe I've settled
to suit both loose
and I miss the lounge
barely remember.
I do not know what happens. I'm like a child
old
no tantrums, no pain.
As a dead man.
Ride with the wind,
yes, but I do alone.
Is this happiness or just a dream?
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