Our eyes are heavy with big dreams,
they close to see again,
our silly and elab'rate schemes,
we made with childhood friends
who'd play with us in cherry groves,
and sing us both to sleep,
near shady brooks aways above,
the royal castle's keep
on afternoons that never ceased,
to thrill, excite; they teemed
with dragon caves! Mermaids that teased,
and goblin raids we creamed.
These days, our eyes are open wide,
it's harder to believe
what lingers, hazy deep inside;
shadows that slipped Time's sieve.
Etched permanent on tired eyes,
the innocent and pure
we accidently left behind
pursuing what's preferred...
Preferred? No, maybe that's not right.
This life just seems to be,
a To Do trail that fills our sight;
a unchecked box Grand Prix.
So close your eyes a little more
often, and you will find
this race's price is just a whore,
your soul's the daily grind.
Oh childhood friend rest on my eyes!
My eyelid's tramp tattoo
will win me back that holy ice
that melted: me and you.
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