Inner Child

And The Vehicle For Self-Expression

Finding that vehicle
Broken and rusty
Punctured and battered
Elderly and forgotten
The vehicle
Through which you once expressed your identity

The vehicle in which
No words were spoken
No eye contact was made
No thoughts were thought

The vehicle in which
There was nothing but the moment
The actions that said it all
The dances and movements that told the world all that needed to be heard

The vehicle through which
Finally one could be oneself
Answering to each heartbeat
Answering to each call
Answering to each moment

But when passion becomes old news
When hobbies are given up for responsibility
When the vehicle starts to slowly be replaced
A void starts to form
And the identity starts to crack
Time passes
And the pain begins to spread

But when one fights to find something
Something new
Something that might just fill
The desire
That longing
That something that might replace the vehicle one once had
They realise
That what they once searched for all along
Might just be a bit closer than they realise

It might just be
Right where they started
In that inner child
Free of notions of status quo
Free of what is realistic
And what is not
Free enough to realise the idea
Or rather to live the idea
The idea that
There is only the here and now
And nothing else exists

Return to that inner child