One step, two step jump and a fall,
Skip once more to miss them all.
I wander through the wise long hall,
And wonder who it was that knew it all.
A trip and fall, above it all
I ponder upon the mystery,
The dream I had when I was three.
Now I’m grown I know much less,
I do know though about a mess.
It follows me across my mind,
It knocks me, hurts me and makes me blind.
It’s strange to know what’s in my mind.
A quite dream like quality,
That lets me bounce of and be free. |
