The Real World

Three children are sitting on a log near a stream. The smallest of the three turns her eyes up to the sky. "What a pretty day" she sighs. 

Every afternoon these children would come down to this stream and play by that same log. You see, these children are blinded by innocence. Blissful ignorance. They don't know the horrors of the real world, and this peaceful atmosphere you have pictured them in is simply an optimistic lie.

In the real world the rivers and streams no longer run clear. Instead all that flows is pollution and tar and the broken souls of the average working man. There are no longer pretty days because the sky chokes on smoke and soot, as do those who inhabit this dying earth, slowly corrupting their lungs and minds. And the children no longer play by that oh-so fascinating log that lay by the riverbank in a clearing of trees. What ever happened to those children who lived life happily and carefree, you might wonder. Well, no one really knows. Just like no one claims to know why the birds no longer sing, and why we can no longer see the bottom of the stream, or the beauty of the log. And yet we are all to blame. What ever happened to your inner child? Well, next time you disregard your trash wherever you might please, you'll know. And maybe you'll be reminded of those three children sitting on that log that lay by the stream, and the optimistic lie they'll never get to live.