how do we get back away from the grind
that gives no slack to the frames
the ones we filtered first
which widened our eyes
through their colors shapes
and designs with everything
so brand new and everthing
so pure and true when saving the world
could be done in a day
with a cape and an imagination
ready to play on our hands and knees
we crawled and watched as our elders
walked we soaked up all we could clung
to what we knew was good and glazed amazed
at what unfolded before our face
to find out we'd forget it all
by being caught up
in a race that isn't for fun
at all with hands frustrated to do
instead of willing to try living by the clock
and slowly wasting away in tie
on my hands and knees i plead to see the way that a child
does see
and waltz around aware not drowned
not buried down or cornered slammed a fresh start
entity an easy way to be unless you're past the age