The Loss of Imagination

When did things change? When did we stop imagining? When we were young we believed in dragons, witches, gnomes and trolls Nights were spent under a blanket We read of princesses and heroes In our mind we were there We helped free the woman in danger We slew the dragons But we knew they would come back the next night Always wanting another fight Witches cast their spells on us Somehow we knew that we changed No one ever noticed, but we knew That spell written in the book was meant for us But in the morning we were the same. We walked through the woods Every bridge had creaks and groans We knew that a troll was beneath waiting to jump But we always made it to the other side Safe for now, or at least until we walked home. When did we lose that life? When did we stop imagining? Maybe it was part of growing up? We don't want to think that Sleeping Beauty and Snow White may be real Maybe, just maybe, we are their fairy tale.