Everything is just
It's all so different
Everything is shorter
Everything is smaller
The woods in the backyard was an endless forest
Vast and mysterious
Everyday was an adventure
Full of quests and concurs
Each step was a march
A march full of pride
And curiosity
The sidewalk was a runway
And all the people came to see
You could construct wonders
A bowl was a crown
A sheet was a cape
And you could fly
But now the world is small
And we're all glued to the ground
People stopped watching
The woods only go back so far
And that's okay
The world shrunk
So we can grow
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Static
PoetryCover designed by @AnniesBooks These are my poems. They will eventually become a book of their own. Comments would be very much appreciated.
