XXIV
I need a direction in life,
My future doesn’t seem rife
So I look back and I remember
My childhood chamber
Full of terry toys.
Oh, how I wish to hear again their noise
And play with them
Just like then
When I was a child!
Memories are wild
And I hope
That someday, when I’ll be old
I will play again.
Until then
I must face life as it is,
Bald or even worse
Full of troubles
Full of common difficulties
And boring, day after day,
But one day I’ll be able to say:
-Enough of all this!
Everything was amiss!
Let’s play
And surely life will obey!