Every so often, when I close my eyes,
I see a little boy that refused to grow up.
Living wild and about in the magical forest.
Food is abundant, grass is comfortable,
perfect weather to lie down and fall asleep.
In search of a dream, more like a fantasy,
of friends, of love, of purpose.
Terrified in the presence of thunder, fire, storms...anger.
Hiding, running and crying.
All of this inside an aging body.
Responsibility weighs down heavily each year.
Looking for someone to hold hands and take a step towards the exit,
out unto the open fields, of hardship and challenges
Fields of reality, where pain and suffering runs rampant.
A place of critical need, where I belong, where I will grow up
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