Well I do remember
The music that led me
Into the night and dreaming day.
The music of the piper
Leading me astray.
And I do remember
A world of mysteries and hope
Inside the books I had.
Colourful no more
Words wasted and sad.
But maybe perhaps
I am a forgetful adult now,
To the wonders and joy
Of being a child,
To the beauty and bliss
Of a first kiss,
My first steps into the wild.
The first spell I ever did learn
To be oblivious, and alone
Realisation
Home would never be home
