Unknown

There's something inside and I know not what
An empty staircase with its rugged mat
A broken doorway amidst the white wall
Change of seasons straight from winter to fall.
There's something inside and I cannot see
A silent sound from my own broken plea
A whisper in the darkness, soft but stern
This is the child within, yearning to learn.
I want to find it and I want to know
Oh, I want to feel again myself grow.
The rush of wind as I run through the field
That promise of bliss, that happiness sealed.
Make it come now, make it happen today
This sonnet and I see no other way.