We Are All Just Children

When I was a child, I knew how to fly But I chose for myself a safer road I trudged on through the tedium of life With feet firm on the ground I bore life’s load I let money and possessions rule me Now where is the boy who knew how to live Too afraid of what other people see So frightened that I have nothing to give Perhaps that is what is wrong with the world Too afraid of what other people think To be what we are, in the eyes of God Innocent children playing on the brink I will not slip into oblivion. But kick and scratch to get every drop Hold on to youthful ways and try to fly Maybe I’ll fail, but I will never stop created 1/1/2015