THE DREAMINESS OF CHILDHOOD
How dreamy is childhood, how sheepish is he
how old his memories, how forgotten his ways
my childhood was a dream I never understood
the way I was as a child is far from good
a breath of fresh air & childhood disappear
the weather is moody and cry's in every year
one day the dream ended in college I suppose
when I learned to walk and stay on my toes
I went on a trip via the childhood train
a wonderland of insecure toys and gains
then the light-bulb goes, let there be light
now conscious of myself with no more night
the dreaminess of childhood, one old chapter
the reality of life, waking the morning after
school made no sense a little boy was sleeping
in college I woke up now no more dreaming
my only weakness -sensitivity- in me.
shall I return to childhood or shall I be free.
Mythical_Poet- draft 1
How dreamy is childhood, how sheepish is he
how old his memories, how forgotten his ways
my childhood was a dream I never understood
the way I was as a child is far from good
a breath of fresh air & childhood disappear
the weather is moody and cry's in every year
one day the dream ended in college I suppose
when I learned to walk and stay on my toes
I went on a trip via the childhood train
a wonderland of insecure toys and gains
then the light-bulb goes, let there be light
now conscious of myself with no more night
the dreaminess of childhood, one old chapter
the reality of life, waking the morning after
school made no sense a little boy was sleeping
in college I woke up now no more dreaming
my only weakness -sensitivity- in me.
shall I return to childhood or shall I be free.
Mythical_Poet- draft 1
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