The daily worries of life
carefully hidden in a place unreachable,
as if they never existed,
as if nothing heavy could touch us.

A time of surrender to unknown fantasies,
where every box was a ship
and every shadow story.

Yes,carefree and without reply,
the childhood years passed by
like a dream made of reality,
light as morning mist
that fades before you truly see it.

And now,
many years later,
seasoned by adulthood,
I often look back with longing
at how beautiful and innocent
the childhood years were.