When Pigs Flyn't

Reality is finite
Ignorance is bliss
Imagination is everything

One day, pigs can fly
The next day, pigs can't
Levitating locomotives become spoonfuls of food
Towering castles become plastic toy bricks
Imaginary friends return to their invisible state
Stuffed animals forget how to speak
Santa Claus loses his magic

Imagination becomes creativity
Creativity slowly fades into logic
As we grow older we lose touch of...

Reality is finite
Ignorance is bliss
Imagination is everything

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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