The Inner Child Runs Wild

I see now

   The inner child still runs wild 

My imagination let’s him play

    And with the right song playing

It’s like he is back 

   Back like he used to be

When he was nothing but joy

  I see him again

He’s still living

   He's only been buried within

Somewhere down deep

   But now he can breathe

Shit

   I think he can leap

I really think that

    I’m pretty sure he can fl—. . .

No?

  Well,

Maybe?

   Can he?

It might be possible . . .

    I think he might be able to— . . .

That would define all logic, though . . .

   It really would

But,

   I feel like

 Maybe he can do it

   Maybe he can

He does like to pretend he is Superman 

    Maybe he can fly?

Is that crazy to think?

    Is it crazy to imagine a man in the sky?

Maybe . . .

   But this kid

He really feels it

   He really believes it

I don’t think he’d hesitate to try

   He’s brave

And 

   He shines

My inner child was a light

    He knew nothing of the darkness . . .

He never met with the abyss . . .

    No

He has a pure light

   One that shines bright 

His eyes . . .

   They aren’t like mine

They’re excited

   And they’re kind

Nothing like mine . . .

   Yet,

These eyes are his eyes

   His are mine

His light is my light

   CH 12/27/24