LAST CYCLE © 2008
All of humanity is, in fact, a child,
Living in a mix of dream and hope.
When a five-year-old girl is told, with tenderness:
"Oh, my dear, you're still small, you're pure."
What comes back in response, without hesitation?
"No, daddy, I’m already grown up!", with conviction.
To dream is to grow, but in a gentle fantasy,
Where the distance of time is never grave.
And so, innocence remains intact,
In a universe where reality has little impact.
For the true dream is this: never to let
The adult phase erase the sparkle of dreaming.