It’s not that I have stopped dreaming

or letting my imagination run wild

it’s that I have closed my eyes like that

of a child not wanting to see that which is

right there before me the harshness of a reality

that thing passed down by those once before me

how cruel how kind that their imaginations were

never really blind but choosing like me to close

ones eyes and never really see not wanting any part

of that responsibility of making things better for those

others to be free from the burden of it all free from knowing

free from standing tall in the winds of despair

It’s not that I have stopped dreaming

it’s that I’ve stopped sharing them with you ;s xx