A Child Among Men
Been a lot of things on my mind lately. I am surprised that I was even able to write something.
I am a child among men; unable to see the reality of life itself. I have been bestowed fantasy, but there I linger for too long. It is hard to see what lies upon the other side of these stone walls, so I use my imagination to help paint a picture. A factor of intimidation weighs heavy on my shoulders, for my fantasy seems much greater than what can't be seen.
In this fantasy, I see vibrant colors; nature blooming at its peak. If only I was able to see what road lies ahead of me could I be enlightened without idealism. Yet, in my imagination do I feel most content and at peace. With my heart heavy and my mind weary, I rest to see a new perspective.