A Child Again
By Hobo
A Child Again
Woe is the wanderer went to go
To roam and know to get to sow
Too many miles yet still to go
Woe is the wonderer gone to go
The world was a fairytale long ago
Till beasts became so burdened so
And dreams grew thin and stuttered slow
And fairytales melted into snow
He spoke in riddles puzzling parts
Of once foundations built in hearts
And smelled the whisky on their breath
As they cheered and jeered his hopes to death
The silent murmurs meld like steel
In tinfoil laughter thin to feel
And touch begrudges what is real
Them cotton eyelids ferrissed wheel
My skin like tables wiped each night
From sudden spillage random fight
I wonder thoughtful out of sight
Counting seconds till daylight
Woe is the fairytale ended fast
The hero dead the moment passed
As villains vanquish times to last
And endings end in ruins glassed
No thought no more no less no good
No splinter in the heart I would
Exchange a decade if I could
For an hour as an infant child again
Woe is the wanderers mighty brain
That knows of pain and shame and stain
Who wonders so to not remain
But to become a child again
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