The illusion of adulthood Built in the interpretation of the same sights seen Today it broke a little more I could see the rabbits foot peeking out Truth seeping through magic broken, broken a little for me Though I found myself as an onlooker Not denying the realists But knowing that bringing the interpretation Of a child’s eyes Is a much nicer way to serve The people, the place and my purpose
A cold feeling To feel cold in a child’s laughter To feel cracks in the illusion Of adulthood And lose the blissful pursuit they’re after Know not the pain which surrounds Or know so deeply to know not Time swaps us in places To be led by the child eventually Slight slight of hand met with delight To grimace for laughter To be lead by their smile Back into the light. To suffer is human To find joy is magic I age with the knowledge of both
Cameron Tayor 