When
your inner optimist becomes someone else,
someone pessimist,

-that has decided to see the good things,
the least.

I'm always switching from optimist to pessimist,
why not realist?

Take my hand and we will run into the woods and forever roam the wild beyond. We can chase the moon and follow the ocean because We do not live by the rules if we do not want to!

Tell me stories about your childhood and your past lives if you remember them. Tell me about your future and the plans you want to make happen when we decide we are old enough to make them work.

Tonight we are on fire with the love of the world and the mystery hidden behind sneaky eyes and flasks filling our cold bellies with warmth. With memories welling in our eyes I'll hold you until the sun rises and we return to our socially pessimistic and awkwardly comfortable lifestyles.

Take my hand as we run into the wild beyond for at least tonight... It's just you and I.

the child is grown
the dream is gone
and i am comfortably numb