Young Kid

I chase the color's that sway in the wind
Wishes drift along, and I was only a kid
Looking for answers, yet lost in the world
The infinite that there is, nothing but a swirl

Strength to live, and energy to waste
We turn imagination into reality, with our hands we create
With music and language we speak to all
Entrusting our lives to others, to protect us from the fall

As we grow old we learn from past mistakes
Chances we were given, love we did make
Anger we acquired, when harmed by those around us
Pure and impenetrable, we yearned for that gentle touch