Childhood is happy, safe, and true,
No care in the world about school or work,
You live in your own imaginary world,
Where anything can happen and anything is possible,
Nothing to worry besides which toy you’ll play with,
And nothing to fear except the monster under your bed,
But when the real world hits you in the face with a bat,
You change in a way that you don’t have to,
Your dreamlike world is stuffed in the back of your thoughts,
Begging to come out,
But
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D by everything else,
Step into a world where nothing is tragic,
Where all that you see is fun and magic.
Gorzycki
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