spilleronsheet

Lost belonging

To the lost 

childhood of times 

dangling under the blue sky 

streets filled with chaos 

yet calmness resides inside 

to the lost 

weary unkind 

often questioning the mind 

how can kids run unrestrained 

what happiness surrounds them inside 

to the lost 

childhood 

holding adult outside 

we lost the most precious of time 

often to the running time 

grow up and progress 

behave yourselves 

those were the words heard outside

to the lost 

innocence holding inside 
how to enjoy the worldly pleasures 

the mind seems chaotic inside 

wondering about uncertainties in life 

to the lost 

happiness without reason 

why it chose the reasonable wisdom 

to be only saddened with grief

what seems good in growing up

what seems empowered to hold papers 

papers in green 

stuffed in pocket inside 

alas it can’t buy the lost time