I scream for the earlier days

In earlier days I simply wanted to become a rabbit.
To be as fast and soft at any time in any sphere.
That’s why I never waste my selfishness to take – I grab it
and never let it go, no matter what I ache or fear.

In earlier days I never used to feel ashamed. No sham pain
has ever torn my heart. I childishly would love to know
the truth about the wonders: chocolate rivers, lakes of champagne,
about the candyfloss up in the sky, about the snow…

In earlier days I hungered deeply to pretend a thin king,
who proudly dominates his splendid kingdom of a dream.
But now involuntarily I can not stop my thinking
about the earlier days. I miss them badly and I scream.