The Past dreams too
Some times look back and all I see
Is little flashes, of little me
A few tears here, a grown up there
A younger me with little care
Some blood, some bruises then a laugh
The me of what you see a half
A fall, a scrape, a kick, a slap
A seat upon papa's large lap
A small white smile upside down
A first handstand while playing clown
A duel proclaimed, the words are clear
Standing strong, I felt no fear
A big kids game, a fall down hill
I got back up of my own will
No more tears and no more crying
Work, imagining I’m flying
A flash of light , a baby's scream
A little sister, not a dream
A little baby, half my size
Taking care of her’s my prize
Getting home and knowing then
That something’s wrong, I’m only ten
But I knew when my dad was mad
To steer clear and not be sad
A singing voice above the rest
The soaring pride of being best
A fairy tale, my life, unread
To get the toddler back to bed
One loud bang, and fire flys
Around my head into the skies
A great desire to pretend
That being a kid will never end
That big old brothers never leave
That dreams are dreamed to always believe
That responsibility will soon be ban
That I’ll never grow up like Peter Pan
Dragons, knights, pirates, pixies
Golden treasures, magic gypsies
Goblins, trolls, a witches brew
A hundred monsters, a wizard too
One small child vanquishes
With help from more imagined wishes
Granted by the fairy queen
For saving her from trolls so mean
Pretending that it never ends
But knowing I will lose my friends
My fairytales times many tens
A child's memory still alive
with dreams so busy like a hive
So you see now and how I keep
A dream keeper now go to sleep