Time has passed

Im like a child that has been a child forever. Not so pleasant to wake up from childish dreams and understand I’ve spent all this time sleeping.

The joy of the mind... an illusion. My body woke up first all messed up and in pain. It matters not to the laws of the universe. The world is still in motion. Like Rip Van Winkle the time has passed. Aware of nothing but my dreams.

 

Dear poet and friend "Flor de agosto",
I congratulate you for this beautiful composition that you share with us in this poetic forum. I admire your philosophy and your depth of thought. Who could always be a child and, although time passes, can be aware of nothing but our dreams?

As you know, in this portal there is a special forum for poetic prose in foreign languages: http://www.mundopoesia.com/foros/foro/prosa-torre-de-babel-de-prosa.167/
If you wish, there, these lyrical dreams of yours could also shine with their own light.

With my applause, a big and fraternal hug,

Ulpiano

 

Thank you for your comments!! Also for the advice... I keep forgetting to submit it on the proper portal!! I appreciate it!

 

neverland... refuse to grow up
nice going my summer flower...
are U in the states?

 

I too never want to grow up, but no so much in body as in mind and intentions...
A wonderful prose, have a wonderful day