A Second Coming

even so I am still a child as time's tide ripples over me the ageing shadows so reviled a hinderence to a spirit carefree eons of knowledge imbue learning increasing contemplation of life's fears laugh and cry with abandon, still a yearning but such freedom eroded by the years I remember when, I was a sound of tomorrow in the schoolyard, as we run and play that being passes, without any sorrow to become, the voice of yesterday who of us wanted, for such as this yet the winds must whisper it seems and now as I plant a father's kiss time passes faster than my dreams and so I strive to avoid capture in my minds cavern is a place to hide immersed in innocence's rapture who needs meaning on my life's ride two billion seconds have now passed the vessel is tired, but spirit high memory of loving moments amassed I am ready, for when it's my turn to fly but wait, this is no swansong there is much more yet to transpire I look around at where I belong and see I am still full of desire come on seconds, come to me come on and fulfil my destiny