Lost Ideals


Can you picture yourself as a child with dreams long ago

As children we were able to see treehouses as castles and the floor as hot lava stones

Now all grown up what have we really come to understand 

Our magic is lost because we are taught to conform like drones

Our world had so much more to offer our minds, but now it binds it in chains

Our eyes have wandered into looking at an infinte sea of chaos


We must learn to see again, with something other than logic

We need our inner child to take the lead and push us back into the unknown

We shall have new eyes, we shall have new courage, and the old magic once lost, will again grow



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