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Simplicity
Why does that paper airplane turn into steel?
Why does that toy car have to turn real?
When did pretending stop being normal?
Why did my world have to turn formal?
Maybe I’m just hiding from change
But honestly some of it is too strange.
I miss recess and playing at lunch,
I miss the days when it was cool to drink punch.
To yearn for these things is just immature,
Innocence has died, of that much I’m sure.
Suppose for a moment that I live by my word
Live by my pen, die by my sword
Thus I begin my epic divine
Only in dreams could its truth be mine
If I was able to relive my life
I’d make it anew with a completely new strife.
And for my adventures just what would I need?
A huge silver sword and a galloping steed.
We’d storm through the walls of the corporate castle
Freeing the slave of their monotonous hassle.
I’d break off their shackles with one mighty stroke,
But courage inside them I’d have to invoke.
I’d arm them with dreams and a childish wit,
and then they’d imagine whatever could fit.
Then in my dreams they’d meet me to play.
We’ll all grow up soon, but just not today.
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