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For the Night

You Love to play and manipulate me,

Blinded by the darkness surrounding what I see

My glowing eyes are my only guide through the night,

Beneath them an emotional war my body fights

You know my deepest fears, as you the night laugh and Jeer

With your dark shadows that encase the earth,

You knew me well right from my birth

You have been and will always be

With your lovely arms holding on to me,

But you night are not afraid to be seen,

For you are only scared of sunshine beams,

And although I love the meaning you possess

I need the day to help me progress

You are here when I need to be concealed

For you are perfect and strong-willed. ~BJT


The Child

The Child inside me wants to scream,

From being hidden so long, nothing is what it seems

The Child wants to be free

Jumping up and down on a school desk,

Marking all over the walls, making a huge mess

The child needs more fun then what it gets

The world deprives you of a lot that you are

Hiding your spontaneity, pushing you to far

Being told how to act and what to say each day,

Not enough time to play

The child in me wants to question reality,

Find out why things are the way they are

The child still likes to play make believe,

Pretending there is no traffic, no taxes, no bills,

only happiness to receive

The child wants to fly like Superman,

Above the world and all it’s disarray

The child wants to run through grass fields,

Letting the wind blow in his face, feeling free, sliding down hills

The child inside feeds on imagination and risk

Why does the world often take away your bliss?

The child doesn’t care about grades or

attendance or being at work on time

Sleeping until noon would be just fine

The child wants to have his way,

To be the center of attention each day

The child is in pain and wants to create his own utopia,

Where there are fairies and fresh squeezed lemonade,

no war

Never anytime to be bored,

Always a new book to have read to you,

or time to play with the dog

Maybe catch fireflies in the misty fog,

If I only could be that child,

my woes would vanish and I would freely live again

For feeling happy and joyful should not just be pretend.


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