Maturity Over Imagination

If only life were that of a child's imagination, Of fairies, ponies, princes and princesses. The happily ever afters. The dejected hearts of dreamers cry for what was, Such a feeling of inspiration, of possibilities. Then reality hit. Oh how the routines of life laughed merrily at the fallen visions of the mind. Oh how the need to impress and to logically perceive the world did ruin the marvels of mysteries. Where is the mind? Is creativity deemed unnecessary? Why must we box ourselves into the adult world of paper work and uninspiring tasks? The day Man discovers he no longer possesses the spark to progress Will forever be the day the world withers in despair. Maturity hath conquered.