Back when we were too young
And too dumb
For anything half our size
We would read folk-stories and folklore
Bend the shadows with our hands in the light
We dreamed of kings and queens
Ballets and rings
Knights and men with wings
We thought we'd live them as memories
Now we see them in our dreams
Now we're too old
And too bold
To stop holding up the weight
of the world on our shoulders
Trying to solve problems twice our size
Now we read articles
And try to do the impossible
We have nightmares of 'you and me'
seeing things we'd never want to see
at night hiding, crying in our sheets
Wondering "what am I supposed to be?"
"What is it I have to see?"
Used to dream in folklore
Used to see it as so much more
Now dreaming feels like a chore
Rather be crying about everything
Rather be feeling pain if anything
Sick of trying
Rather be crying
Than imagining what could be
