My landscape of memory,

is filled with festering sores,

with my heart under surgery,

and my heart not under pores.

As a child,i still remember,

i thought and lived like a child.

And now an adult,my mind an ember,

i still think and live as a child.

Seeing this young ones at play,

with a careless abandon of nature.

Happy and oblivious of all pain and worry.

I ask myself；why all stress and pain of adulthood？

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