Caught up

How do we get back? away from the grind

that gives no slack. to the frames. the ones

we filtered first. which widened our eyes through

their colours, shapes, and designs. With everything

so brand new and everything so pure and true.

When saving the world could be done in a day.

With a cape and imagination ready to play.

On our hands and knees we crawled and watched

As our elders walked. We soaked up all we could.

Clung to what we knew was good and gazed, amazed

At what unfolded before our face. To find out, we?d

Forget it all. By being caught up in a race that

Isn?t for fun at all. With hands frustrated to do

Instead of willing to try. Living by the clock and

Slowly wasting away in tie. On my hands, and

Knees I plead to see the way that a child does

See. And waltz around aware not drowned. Not

Buried down or cornered slammed. A fresh start

Entity an easy way to be unless you?re past the age.