we weren’t even ten
yet the world seemed so colourful and bright.
Our minds could whisk us awaye
in the blink of an eye
so naturally it felt comfortable and right.
Through dense jungles we’d trek
’til our clothes were a wreck,
and never an end in sight.
Always anticipating great pleasure
at discovering some treasure
after each death defying fight.
We battled woozles and huffalumps,
contracted a rare case of the incurable mumps
yet still, we pushed on through the night.
How boldly we’d prowl
though we’d inevitably hear a growl
to send us scampering away in fright!
We’d be chased around thick trees, over rotting logs,
across vast fields, through murky bogs
with thick canopies to block all the light.
With every step the tension rose,
we’d be covered in mud from our heads to our toes
yet still, our invisible stalker kept us on the run.
Just when we feared that our end was nearing
we came upon a quiet clearing
where a small shrine lay nestled in the sun.
Hidden ‘neath a fine layer of dust
we discovered wise words the colour of rust:
“Thy thoughts take form, thy will be done.”
The words were deep but there was no time to ponder
for a tiger took form from the trees over yonder,
it’s paws slowly advancing one by one.
A strong urge for flight took us higher and higher
as the tiger attacked where, not a moment prior,
we’d been sure that we had finally been outrun.
Over the horizon we soared
’til we met a great beast that roared
“HEY! You damn kids! Quit having fun!!”
His teeth he would gnash
and then home we would dash
in a race with the setting sun.
And set the sun did
no matter where we ran or how we hid
and thus ended a chapter of our lives.
For as we got older and more set in our ways
we just got used to existing in a mindless daze
and forgot the power on which our mind truly thrives.
So please, take the time to remember when
and make better use of your imagination
to help bring some colour to our sordid lives