We were all children once
But we’ve forgotten how to dance
Simple joys stolen by a harsh life
Kind words turning into a sharp knife
Gently prodding at us to grow up
Not realising they were emptying our cup
The cup brimming with curiousity and hunger
Now filled with an unbearable pressure
Tied to a checklist of perfection
Family, career, and mindless consumption
So hungry for connection we scroll endlessly
Trying to reignite something inside us so desperately
When was the last time you indulged in childish wonder?
Kicked your shoes off and twirled in surrender
Giving in to your intrinsic whims
Growing up doesn’t mean relinquishing your wings
Don’t give up flying before you finish
Creativity is a fire that doesn’t extinguish
All you need to do is stroke the flame
To watch imagination come alive again
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