Seeing Myself from Outside

Honey cinnamon eyes hold the future and dreams inside. Looking in, I find myself sitting, looking back out and into my own eyes. Another generation sitting in front of me, his endless curiosity makes me feel questionable. I knew less than yesterday. The future is right in front of me.

This and that and fingers point. Teach and learn and explain everything. Keeping up is the toughest thing. Reliving a childhood gone, recounting memories and every first dawn. The sky is filled with promise and endless freedom. We are limitless. We are weightless. We can change shape and form and experience life again from fresh new eyes and live again through another.

Toys and books and silly games. Expressions and laughter and everything is change.

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

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