when we think about imagination,
We think about pieces of our childhood.
Leftover of the memories
They didn't wanted us to keep.
Ashes
Of our buried first consciousness,
Buried
Under a pile of society
Tossed by the shovel
Of humanity.
Shattered thougts.
Because they fear the ones
That know what's really worth it.
A child wouldn't choose a car
Or a smartphone
Before their friends.
They wouldn't.
Because our math tests became easier
When "I don't know" was a valid answer.
Now it is all about competition,
Now it is all about money,
And that's what makes someone
Rich.
And who's "powerful" will rule.
A kid is not afraid to fall
Because they'll stand up Again,
Maybe,
We have much to learn from them.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
when we think about imagination,
We think about pieces of our childhood.
Leftover of the memories
They didn't wanted us to keep.
Ashes
Of our buried first consciousness,
Buried
Under a pile of society
Tossed by the shovel
Of humanity.
Shattered thougts.
Because they fear the ones
That know what's really worth it.
A child wouldn't choose a car
Or a smartphone
Before their friends.
They wouldn't.
Because our math tests became easier
When "I don't know" was a valid answer.
Now it is all about competition,
Now it is all about money,
And that's what makes someone
Rich.
And who's "powerful" will rule.
A kid is not afraid to fall
Because they'll stand up Again,
Maybe,
We have much to learn from them.
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