Childhood Imagination

Childhood Imagination

Red, green, and blue
The basic colors of your creation
Where you have big purple elephants
With tiny little feet
And an astronaut in a purple sky
Looking out with space black eyes
Where a sinking ship, lay in your juicy drink
And a monster hid behind corners at night
Where the only reality was what you saw in your mind
Where the things that you saw were one of a kind
Nothing was impossible, from humans with wings
To a demon in disguise, where only you knew
Because of flaming ruby eyes

But you’re all grown up now
These pictures don’t exist
And your day dreaming tendencies
Are held in until they cist
Of ideas and creation, creativity and explication
You’re frowned upon and labeled a dreamer
You’re held down and follow in line
Going to day after day of the reality you now live
Day after day, work and rain, trying so hard,
But out of things to give.

Well Bennu, is all I have to say
Its not too late, to get your way
Bennu to you, Bennu to me, they will see, let us lead.
It’s not too late, to turn back time
It’s not too late, step out of line
Let your mind run free
In fields of flame red grass
Where cinnamon sticks line the trees
And return yourself to ash.

Time is the thing, which breaks down our souls
No one deals well, but we all must grow old
Well no more must we, we have control of our fate
We don’t have to be, someone we hate
Bennu to you, Bennu to me, they will see, let us lead.