As a kid

As a kid, I wanted to learn the guitar,

to build a rocket

be the first to a star

to wake up while the dawn was still shy

and go to the dusty ground

beside my home that lied.

As a kid, I believed that God was a little shrewd

he made us all with a purpose 

from which the future grew.

I am not particularly old to speak

if those dreams are broken

and sound but sweet;

but no longer do the dusty gardens call me

they seem to have some tranquillity of their own,

the God is indeed but a shrewd little one

he made us without a purpose

from which this world grows.