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mojar Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 169granbury, texas, usa |
my mind travels across vast open spaces, only to return. to the realties of the everyday world, and the things that i have learned. fantasy rules the mind of a child, in books and words and rhyme. should we ever leave that world behind, in the ages of our time. adulthood teaches us to grow, and preach to be mature. but my mind was never clouded, as a child my thoughts were pure. to see things through the eyes of a child, nothings left behind. just close your eyes and wander off, on a journey in your mind. to be the hero of the day, in some distant time or place. always winning, never losing, winning every race. as we grow older, we lose the things, we try so hard to find. the hinges become rusted, to the portals of our mind. me. |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
Rust, rust is good. DB ------------------ Tongue-tied and twisted Just an Earthbound misfit... P. Floyd |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
yeah...that is what I tied to capture in my poem "Forgetting", but everyone thought I was just out doing shots....everything gets clouded to me the older I get, It's not like the answers aren't there anymore, it's like I just gave up looking. michael |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Oh yes, this definetly makes sense to me. There is such a definite change in being a child and being an adult. A lot is lost but a lot is gained. |
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FreeByrd Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 267 |
Being older now, I still take the time to close my eyes and wander off. Contemplating what I want to be when I grow up. Nice piece M. |
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