Believing yourself before being able to question yourself
Calling before seeing the cards you've been dealt

Building with blocks, creating imagination before building walls, creating distance
As you grow older and not colder you find that your imagination turns to pretending
and pretending turns to wishes

Breathing fresh life, before scarring your own flesh rights
Spending time, without understanding sleepless nights

Seeing clearly before squinting to read between the lines
Hearing symphonies before tolerating lies

I imagine,
I pretend,
I wish,
I were young again.