Child

When a Child was a child,
he wanted stream to be a river,
and a river to be a sea
and sea just big enough
to clasp in his fingers

                       When the child dint know,
                       he was a child.
                       He wanted wings to fly
                       fly to embrace the sky
                      and stretch out to moor
                      to bring it in his room

When the child used to play
with another child

                    Now, He doesnt think of brooke
                    nor he wants to fly
                    yet, he wants to
                    clasp his fingers
                    to conquer the world
                    with their cry, for
                    He know it now
                    he is no more a child.