Trapped - Rosie Caristea, Philippines

I wonder if you see the little girl who cries

the one who longs to play

yearning to feel the ground.

 

I wonder if you know the awkward little boy

who's been trapped inside

the physique of a man.

 

I wonder if behind the facade of standard

this world has set too high

children could still play.

 

I wonder if one day if we let down our guard

would time conspire with us

to live a carefree life.

 

I wonder if we dare to challenge the standard

and take the plunge to dream

to make some steps backward.

 

I wonder if the mask of these decades of loss

could hold us long enough

till we return to dust.