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 go
od 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 wa
sting away in tie on my hands and knees i plead to see the way that a child does see and waltz around aware not dr
owned not buried down or cornered slammed a fresh
start entity an easy way to be unless you're past the age
