I am a little child

there you are one more of my kind

we collide

and we make some merry sounds

do we feel ashamed of

being what we ever are

ignorant of this world

in our hearts we encompass

love for all

yet we find

empty vessels shining bright

with soul less eyes

hollow interiors echo every emotion

all attempts of invasion go futile

yet we try

make sand castles sky high

there it comes a gush of tide

feet I try to keep dry

but you know

souls thrive only when

saline waters are inside

one more tale of myriad confusions

opens like one folk lore

sung and told

a thousand times

one emotion thrown in air

one more single time

boomerangs

many times

too many times!