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？