Once in a while I am gripped by a desire
Of my own self discernment to acquire
Though knowing who I am I probe and try
My quest still remains without reply
Maybe I’m still a boy so deep inside
When all weighty thoughts I set aside
Life was so forgiving, simple and free
Laughter was my constant company
Maybe I’m a teenager after all
When I felt stronger after every fall
The future seemed to have no limitation
The spirit energized the imagination
Maybe I have remained a tired adult
Who of his work had made enslaving cult
Feeling compelled to play a scripted part
Unwilling to assuage my wailing heart
Maybe I’m only who I seem to be
Just an old man, no more than what you see
Remembering the dreams that weren’t true
Regretting what I could and didn’t do
My bones are aching and my hair is grey
A youthful spirit still my heart can sway
Though I can’t run, my fancy still can fly
For in my mind the limit is the sky
The knowledge of ourselves we seek in vain
Perhaps this knowledge isn’t worth the pain
If we don’t know who we really are
We still can play and travel very far