the world is filled with make believe
something we never really out grow
telling ourselves it is childish games
even as we seek our next big thrill
the games that excite us change
rules begin to shape the paths
though imagination is still the key
without which stagnation wins
they use words like grow up
or when will you act your age
seeking to steal away our happiness
because they have sold their own
dreams can be stolen from us
fragile shells shattered like crystal
dropped with savage cruel intent
and so they feel they have won
hold on to the memories though
cherish them in secret if needed
never stop pretending in your mind
for imagination keeps you free
As I listen to this one, I know the fun in our lives takes many forms and changes over time. I don't understand this particular struggle in you, but I enjoyed stanza 4's wording, i.e, "...fragile shells shattered like crystal; dropped with savage cruel intent".
ReplyDeleteThe thought running through my head was, "Is there anything else you run from to achieve these goals?" With no judgement, taking a look might be a point of order.
This is not about a struggle within me, but rather the constant battle being waged within our culture. This is a cry of support for all those that dare to continue to dream.
ReplyDeleteI like this one!
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