He crawls through the floor of life, unsettled by the puff of uncharted space,
gracing the surface and voluptuous body of the earth;
From fire to ecstasy; the world awaits him hand and foot, as he figures out the puzzle of his new beginnings; to weary and doubtful eyes towering over him,
Travelling with his every delicate expedition; he pauses to wonder about things he can't comprehend; and answers fall through for lack of the right words to say
He is a child in a flexible world of wonders
If you ask him where he come from, his little finger point to a portrait hanging on the wall,
The smiling face of a woman who tore the life ribbon; through the portal of his ceremonious coming,
Of no interest is the past as he steers his path to the glaring future,
Once outside the world presents him with a galaxy of thoughts,
His eyes catch the blue spring sky wearing its cloud thin;
Staring back at him, as he blush when the sun shines its light on him candidly,
He is consumed by the yearning to grow as he watch the objects before his eyes move with speed
He is a child in a flexible world of wonders
Each night she tucks him in and sings him lullabies that carry him through the mileage of darkness, where he is in touch with his mysterious past,
Away from suspicious people of the earth
he is just a child in a flexible world of wonders
