I wish I was little child, running on the open feilds
Watching the endless sky, down the morning sun
Walking the earth with no aim but to live a moral
Till the end of the days of dawn, not aging a single day
Till the last of spring and autumn was born and dead
Wishing to be myself in all the situations,
Not worried not who thought what
Being with all and belonging to none,
But to the stars under the silver studded sky
I want not to own the world,
Leave as silently as the grasses in the Wild
Being in every moment the same as the last,
Bringing my living to some unconsequential end
Without anyones desires or tears to bid me farewell
I wish not to have desire, not to love, not to hate
Not any of these traits which would define me of a certain taste
Given up on these thoughts and would leave on no certain date
Just my own tune, my song I will sing till I can and till I can go on.
