Before I start questioning myself, ‘what m I doing here?’, there are people full of knowledge and wisdom only ready to share it out. Maybe make the world a better place.
But maybe, there are also people who dream, for those who are awake at nights waiting for the moon to glow in their face and feel the breeze under their arms. The sun which might shine a bit brighter and the trees which may echo in their ears. Who lives in the world created out of words and imagination. Exploring every facet of their stories, experiences, and the melody tuning around.
Maybe more than the practical world, they live in their tiny nests of wonder always looking for poems as they pass by. A kid in them which never grew out of the granny’s tales would find ways to go back in lost.
So maybe, just like a wild heart of mine would take back those kids to old fantasies!