Restless Soul of Childhood

Oh restless soul of childhood

What will I make of life

Is there adventure waiting 

Will I find myself in time?

My mind is busy wandering

If what I think is right

Are others so disquieted

Or are they calm at night?

If wanting more is greedy

For seeking out the truth

Then I indeed should carry on

This journey from my birth

I never felt I fit in much

Compared to peer group norm

My thoughts were complex

And bizarre for one shy and forlorn

As I look back upon my time

I now know I had to "live" those years

To realise the thoughts and dreams

Were normal childhood fears.