how do we get back away
from the grind that gives no slack
to the frames the ones we filtered first

which widened our eyes
through their colors shapes and designs
with everything so brand new

and everthing so pure and true
when saving the world could be done in a day
with a cape and an imagination ready to play
on our hands and knees we crawled

and watched as our elders walked
we soaked up all we could clung to
what we knew was good and glazed amazed
at what unfolded before our face

to find out we'd forget it all by being
caught up in a race that isn't for fun at all
with hands frustrated to do instead of
willing to try living by the clock

and slowly wasting away in tie
on my hands and knees
i plead to see the way that a child does
see and waltz around aware

not drowned not buried down
or cornered slammed a fresh start
entity an easy way to be
unless you're past the age