PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In us all in our hearts, in the ticking spot that starts

From the times we laughed at farts

And thought mud was a way to make art

lies the kid who rested their head, dreams forever in the head

with friends that shared a time

that no one could out rhyme

age beholds us, and now time grabs hold of us

grow up is whispered then shouted into us

our dreams are picked clean till money is the dream

you become blank just fuel for the machine

lies become truth, 

anything is possible becomes don't be a fool

just let this world use you like a tool

the kid in us balls and cries

some may say their kid has died, 

as your heart becomes empty of dreams when you could fly

then you grow old have kids of your own

see that joy and hope that you have "outgrown"

so why let it die? 

This world wants us all on our knees to never dream of things

it screams it out the days about, for you to work until yoir back gives out

yet it tells you not to dream

don't you wonder what it means?

a dreamer can do anything to anyone at anytime

change the world on the quickest of lines

so don't let the kid die it's not to late for us all to fly

to find a home up in the sky and smile away as our dreams go by

and turn to truths right In this sky.