A Stage of Life


I don't know where to start.

We grown up on this idea that childhood isn't real, it's fake,
just a moment in time before you wake.

A time to pretend that you were great,
kings and queens of a far away land that await.

There was no body confusion of the mind,
no future at stake.

You were love by all in the kingdom,
even the evil pirate in the bay.

No roles were assigned,
a part was yet to be played.

It was freedom,
it was awe.

It was fake.

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