I ask that I may
Thrive under the sun, while it shines;
The halcyon days of youth fade swiftly,
Never to be found again,
Lost forever to the swirling mists.
Let the light of early days shine upon
The melancholy greys of age and responsibility.
Dear God, I beg You, release me from
This yoke and let me run free,
Free into the wilds, the moors, the jungles
Of my infancy and my innocence.
Lord grant me surcease from knowledge
That is my prayer.