dosquatch The dreams of childhood lay forsaken
Upon the bedroom floor
Replaced by concerns taken
From the grind of later years
Plans to be laid
Bills to be paid
Repairs to be made
All in trade
Responsibility for whimsy
Practicality for principle
Daily reality for ideals
But the dreams they remain
Waiting to be reclaimed
To live anew in the eyes
Of the children that come after
Your kids
My kids
Our kids
Their kids
Running and playing
Singing and saying
"This is the way it should be"
And you dare not burden them
With the knowledge
The certainty
The turning of the wheel
That will have them forsake those dreams, too
what's it to you?
who go