Friday, May 6, 2011

Children's Museum

I passed by the children's museum today. Lines of little ones with whiskers spilled out from the building, teachers in tow. All of them had their faces painted to resemble some kind of wild animal. The boys ran to a short stack of steps & leapt off like little lions pouncing for prey. They leapt with a roar, without a care. One followed the other until the last one stopped, hesitated & turned back from the stairs altogther.

All these little souls we mold & make... All these little souls we soil & take... Why didn't he leap? Why didn't he roar?

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