The man with a boy's dreams

Sorry for my bad English =)

I thought about my life 

I thought about the years passed like clouds 

A clouds that I can't reach , 

Just seeing them going far from me,

I don't like to live in regrets but it's just but it's stronger than me.

When I remember the mistakes that I shouldn't do,

My breath stops for a while.

When I remember the words that I shouldn't say,

I can't say anything for a while.

Sometimes I just want to be the boy of 7 years, who believed in dreams,

The boy who had a true laugh,

The boy with no sins,

The boy with no past, 

With no regrets.

Then...

I think about my present,

About my day

About the morning, the evening and even this moment, 

Asking my self what should I do?

Can I keep the dreams of the boy of 7 years?

Or what doing else? 

Then …

The regrets and the anger changes to be a voice, a power, a will,

A voice that tell me that the boy of 7 years is never gone, his dreams also, his will,  

A voice who tells me to be the man with a boy's dreams.