Our childhood fades, its dream undone,
and wonder hides from everyone.
At times we kneel within its glow,
pretending still that we may know.
Once, we drowned in awe’s embrace,
fearless, unknowing, face to face.
Now we drift where echoes roam,
the sea long gone, the sky our home.
We are but ghosts of those who dreamed,
who sought the vast where none had schemed,
who sank yet smiled beneath the wave,
the bold, the bright, the unafraid.
Now beauty rarely strikes us still;
no mystery bends the iron will.
Our hearts, well-trained to stay, survive,
but lose the spark that made them alive.
For wonder waits beyond our eyes,
and fades the moment reason tries.
It is not gone, it hides, disguised,
within the child we’ve left inside.
