We are always losing things,
In our head,
In our ways.

I'm always changing skins,
With the years, with the tricks...

But how lonely is to see,
The kid you used to be,
So delighted, so inocent,
It has become in this...

How learning had brought you this,
the gift of self apathy.

Not amused,
not impulsed,
unable of see and be glad for being,
your own dream.

"The world is a wonderful place,
I wish i were there,
I just can't get excited about space."