I Am The Master Anyway

My life is a raptured tray, Which I designed with a frisky clay. Not enough freedom I got as it may, Ignored such trifles and all negative say. I'm born with potential; 'm born to sway, Why all want to direct me in their way? 'M born with ideas please trust my byway, But as always I  feel at bay. It matters not …

Child Inside You

What happens to that wide eyed wonder and amazement as we grow up? What happens to that child within us as we grow up? What happens to simplicity, curiosity and creativity as we grow up?