Inner child.

 

"I am a sorrowful child, never grown up,

From the grassy north shore, I followed

a bright white road into

a city full of gears, narrow alleys and wooden shacks,

In a bland shade of smoke,

I kept dreaming of green lands,

I believe in  dreaming,

the sky and sea spray, will cover my sorrow,

cover my undiscoverable grave,

Only untill then I will know,

 wheather the grasses and wild flowers will gather,

with the dim lights,

to kiss over my sorrows."

 

(from; curricullum vitae,

by Gu Cheng, 1956-1993)