Science destroys mystery.
The child grows old,
Breaking the mold,
Almost bringing the cold,
When the monsters under there bed
Fail to make noise.
The man on the moon
Isn’t seen anymore.
Pride,greed,and worry
Try to jump in
To this simple life without sin.
The slashing young buck is dead,
The innoceent,little girl lost her head.
Those days when I could
drive a car to the moon,
While singing about my favorite balloon.
When the Tooth Fairy sneaked around my bed,
I worried if Santa Claus
Fell of the roof,would he hurt his head?
As a falling star disappears into the air,
These childhood dreams loose fanfare.
As reality becomes evident,
My dreams keep me real,and help me deal
Within this place that wants so much to steal.
I am not a sad,young man,
For the light at the end of the tunnel
Continues to shine on;
That will keep me strong for so very long.



Benjamin Ledford.