THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...)
remember pretending
and playing games
did you leave all that behind?
remember defending
the land with no name
that existed only in your mind?
remember sharing it with your best friend
all the secrets that made friendship real
remember the giggles that only would end
when your stomach could no longer feel?
remember pretending?
or was that being real?
does everything get turned upside down
as we grow up do we become the clowns
painted on smiles and dancing around
to distract ourselves from all the frowns
what happens to trust and the innocence
what happens to the fun and the suspence
of sharing the dreams in each others minds
does growing up mean leaving all that behind
is it left for poets and painters and fools
and creative artists that go to special schools
to keep life amusing with laughter and tears
while the rest of us watch behind hedges of fears
does anyone understand
Alice in Wonderland?
remember kissing a toad
or the yellow brck road?
remember when falling in love
was all you dreamt of?
remember your childinside
the child hasn't died
your child's still alive
remember pretending
and playing games
and don't leave all that behind
remember defending
the land with no name
that existed only in your mind
remember sharing it with your best friend
all the secrets that made friendship real
remember all nighters that only would end
when giddiness was all you could feel
remember pretending
just remember when pretending
was sharing and being real
Pretending
Ric Candor ©2000
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