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Dreams and Realities

When I was a child
With innocence of pride
I believed in fairy tales
I recited nursery rhymes
I loved Christmas and stories told
Of a king born in a manger
Never to get old
I had hopes an dreams
To reach the sky
But I had an awakening
When I could not fly

I soon got to learn
That there is reality
As i travelled along
Life's highway
That there are twists and turns
We must traverse
There are mountains and valleys
Some with lush verges
Some overgrown
With things we love
With things we detest
My starry eyed notion
A thing of the past
As reality confronts me
Separating the future and the past

As experience moved me upstream 
There was much I learnt
About myself, nature, and the universe
That were consistent in their desire
With a continuity and certainty, one would aspire
But that could not be said of humans
As they changed their demeanour
In a will to win
Just like a chameleon changes its attire
Changes it's skin

I wondered and wondered
What was the plan
To contaminate this planet
With humans
Who are so obsessed to 
Forge a design
Not one which compliment nature
Or comforts the mind
But are set to explore the outer realms
To continue their contamination
To the outer regions
To their bitter end

I travelled and travelled 
With derision and strife
I saw turmoil
I saw celebrations too
I saw life's reflections
In all shades and hues
i saw the things we failed to do
And now I reflect
In my twilight years
There is only one regret
I would like to share
If only I had the power to spare 
I would let the animals rule
So you humans 
You better beware.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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