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
And deeds.
That is my prayer.
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