I will ask you a question
“Do you remember the child you once were?
Who colored the crayons beyond the lines, shaping everything in that child’s imagination.
That painted the rivers green and the trees blue, full of wonder, putting nothing in order.
Now, I ask you this… What happened to that child?”
Why is that child now organizing the shapes, his head now a machine on rotate
He solves the puzzles but not his dreams
He gives the leaves a touch green, and rivers with blue...
What happened to the child who once ruled the world?
Now the World ruled the child."
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
I will ask you a question
“Do you remember the child you once were?
Who colored the crayons beyond the lines, shaping everything in that child’s imagination.
That painted the rivers green and the trees blue, full of wonder, putting nothing in order.
Now, I ask you this… What happened to that child?”
Why is that child now organizing the shapes, his head now a machine on rotate
He solves the puzzles but not his dreams
He gives the leaves a touch green, and rivers with blue...
What happened to the child who once ruled the world?
Now the World ruled the child."
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