Listening to my children play
was it all that long ago
that i enjoyed myself that way?
Just a little imagination
goes quite a long way,
a few blocks for some figures to stay
something out of nothing;
a the table is a mountain
the carpet becomes a desert
and empty cup becomes a fountain...
We all have it in us to begin;
that we lose it is the sin
what separates child from man
are the things we believe in,
is the way we see things,
is when innocence ends...
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