The children play in their dreamlike world
Outside my window they are heard
I wonder back to the days gone past
When all the world was filled with magic
contained inside one’s own backyard
I try now to listen to their words
But atlas, I can no longer break their code
Perhaps they are knights in shining armor
Fighting for valor and chivalry
Or maybe they’re all mad doctors
Causing then curing a vicious, deadly strain of disease
Maybe they are spacemen from far off galaxies
Freeing us from hatred and all our inhumanities
To them time is irrelevent
Our hours are like days
And a month is a century
Of course they are but children
Living in a world of fantasies
But somehow it seems so much better
I only wish…
I too …
Believed
