Turn into a baby again.
Roll over your torso.
When did we grow up?
What was the need to do so?
I know we did not have a choice
and had to grow up since we couldn’t do otherwise
but who told you to curb your inner voice
and your innate will to rejoice?
Why do we allow the stress
of the work that we choose to pursue
or have to do
grow over our heads
and later, search for a rescue?
When did we forget
to enjoy our own company?
From when did we start to operate
within the society’s shallow boundaries?
Why do we let ‘experience’
rule over our work and personality?
Why don’t we think that,
in everything around us, there is some novelty?
Why do we bar an age
for education and learning?
Why can’t we still consider
ourselves, in this matter,
to still be a baby
and fill each page
of our lives’ diary
everyday with novelty?