Tuesday, April 16, 2013


I always used to be small
In my dreams,
The perpetual little boy
Who got lost from his parents
Not in a mall
There were no malls
When I was small
But in some large place
Filled with scuffed tiles
And tall people
Who didn’t know
How to smile.
I say lost to my parents
For whom I cried and cried,
But who were still
Not there when I woke up
These days I dream big
Not so much of me
But of a world
And its problems,
Though the space
I roam through
Still seems cold and remote,
And though I imagine
I still cry in my dreams
It is not for parents I cannot find
And never had to lose,
But for something
I cannot easily find
And won’t be there
Even when I wake up

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