We Used To

We used to dream the impossible

of silver wings and fire

of swords and dark magic.

We’d fly, far away,

with messy colors and pens,

while our parents screamed

with cold, static voices.

We never knew ourselves

how fragile and innocent

or simple we were.

We’d run and hide

in forests of creations

that only we could see.

Now, too late, too far along,

We realize our mistake.

Now we lose our voices

to the pain of reality.

We traded our vibrant colors

for greys and blues.

We grew up.