When I was a child,
I would wake,
To a brand new world,
My mind would take,
With an ounce of solace,
From being within my dreams,
I would fight the world,
To remain in my sheet's,
Because like a caterpillar,
I would be cocooned snugly in my bed,
But would be washed out like the spider,
When the curtains opened and shone light upon my head,
With a new spring in my step,
I would flee downstairs,
For I knew there would be a breakfast -
To which no other could compare!
For my breakfast was no ordinary meal,
As I used to eat wishes with cereal and milk,
A dish where a wish could be made real!
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
When I was a child,
I would wake,
To a brand new world,
My mind would take,
With an ounce of solace,
From being within my dreams,
I would fight the world,
To remain in my sheet's,
Because like a caterpillar,
I would be cocooned snugly in my bed,
But would be washed out like the spider,
When the curtains opened and shone light upon my head,
With a new spring in my step,
I would flee downstairs,
For I knew there would be a breakfast -
To which no other could compare!
For my breakfast was no ordinary meal,
As I used to eat wishes with cereal and milk,
A dish where a wish could be made real!