D.O.W.J.K.B.A.A
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Imagination

We forget as we get older
All the worlds we would create,
From dancing dragons to chocolate soldiers,
A place where you'd decide your fate.

Where the word "impossible" didn't exist,
And where time ceased to remain,
Where you could take all kinds of risks,
Or even go insane.

But as we grow up more and more,
We slowly watch as this gift dies,
We trap it behind a locked door,
As we hear its desperate cry,

It begs and it pleas for you to use the key,
Will you finally have enough sympathy, to let it be free?

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Kali Woods