Sometimes I think I’ve become
that man it’s said will never understand the boy
even though he has been that boy
because he’s lost that power
of limitless imagination
left behind those years of magical thinking
been ground down by time
burned to spiral smoke that vanishes on the wind.
What lies ahead now is short and steep
and if I were that boy again
living in that enchanted time
I would run full speed to meet it
rather than peep cautiously around the corner
fearing to see what I might be up against.
Lanning Lee 