Child

In those hazy golden days,

I was a fearless adventurer,

swinging from trees on vines like Tarzan

or diving into the depths of the ocean

as a fearless mermaid.

but dawn faded into morning

and those hazy golden dreams

became waking nightmares —

and I began to fear

everything and everyone

and even nothing at all.

And so I stayed rooted on Earth,

hazy golden days mere memories —

a shadow of the present.

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