What are the thoughts
inside that little head of yours,
what are you thinking about?
Do you dream of adventures
and robots and toys?
Of growing wings and flying high
in the sky, and even higher?
What are your thoughts
in that age, so little
so fragile and still yet like a baby
to me?
Don't grow up too fast,
I want you here
your arms around my neck
and your kisses on my cheek.
What are your thoughts,
how far have you gone by now?
In this minute, this few fleeting minutes
of watching you sitting there
like an old man bothered
about the problems of the world.
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