When i was young, lying in the grass I felt so safe In the warming bath, of sunlight. The Vast open sky could do no harm, like The embrace Of a Mothers arms In the sunlight. But with every year that came to past more and more clouds appeared, till the sky went black and There was no sunlight any more. It disappeared at the same speed as the Idealistic things i Believed When the Optimist died inside me - no sunlight