Reminiscent of how things were, I no longer wish to be.
Moving too fast through life;
Beautiful colours blurred dull grey.
[I wish I had again, those spectacles worn as a child.]
My eyes remain; but milky white.

This body will decay, just like yours.
All phenomena will cease.
My function will be reversed.
I’ll no longer play a role in this world.

Much happier then, shall I be.

Dream big kids; you can be anything you want to be.