We are born with it
And grow with it
It helps us discover new pleasures
And worlds
We never knew existed
Our worlds become corrupt
Poisoning our minds with reality
As we grow older
Until we cannot see the fantasy world
Of our past
Our rose colored glasses
Have turned gray
And we have lost it
Until it finds our children
When they are brought
Into a brand new world.
Sad, but true. I still plan on fighting that cycle as much as possible.
Very true…
This poem captures perfectly why I teach Kindergarten! 1 get to witness a moment in time that will never again replay itself. Where innocence and fantasy are as tightly bonded as the skin on a potato. Thank you.
Beautiful. So so true
A beautiful expression of your mind. By the way thanks for liking my post.