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You call me a believer,
but you haven't heard my dream

You call me a believer,
because with pity you watch me scream

You tell me to speak my truth,
because I have "important" things to say

Funny, wasn't it you?
that ignored me yesterday
A cold, dark room
Turns bright as the sun rising
Upon you entering in
Footprints of size 1
Now of size 10.
Oh God, when did I grow up?!

Chairs of such small size
Now a throne of leather
Oh God, when did I grow up?!

Papers of drawing
Now a booklet of future
Oh God, when did I grow up?!

Skirts of small size
Now a formal blazer
Oh God, when did I grow up?!
So today I wrote my first board exam, and something I thought of....when did we grow up?
I was a first grader, thinking 10th graders are cool and now I just want to go back to reading a volume of Mother Goose as if it were the first time...
There's this crazy old Veteran
lives in an attic with his dog
You always see them walking
he loves to stop and talk
His dog will rest upon the ground
while he rambles on aimlessly
He's crazy and he's lonely
Hell! I do believe he's me
Traveler Tim
A candlelit rage
Dances in Shadow and Light
Flickering our flame.
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