When you remember your childhood,
You want to be the clueless kid again,
Where the tears came,
Were only from not getting,
That toy at the store's shelves,
Everyday you would smile,
Laugh,
Imagine your own fairy tale,
Imaginary friends,
All around you,
The adults,
They find it fine,
That you have this creativity,
But when you grow up,
They expect you to be like everyone else,
So dull,
It's hopeless.
We want to achieve our fairy tale dreams,
We can't focus on what we do best on,
Because-
They say we need to know everything,
But what if,
It doesn't help us achieve our dreams,
What is the point,
To learn something,
That you,
Don't need,
In your,
Creative little bubble,
That hasn't been popped,
By the barbed wire of this dull world,
So when someone,
Acts weirdly,
They get sent away,
To a white and cushioned world,
Just because,
They still have that creativity,
From when they were such a innocent child,
Can't you be different,
And do things that are different,
From the others in the world,
It seems so grim,
Knowing the same things,
We can't find our true talent,
If we are deprived from it,
They say we'll need all of this,
But are you so sure about that?
It's all so,
Meaningless.
When will we start thinking
That we need to focus
On this gem
That we call
Our dreams?
Inspired from my teacher, who always said don't stop doing what you love because others say its worthless.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
