Dreams

I once was able to imagine,

to dream about the world 

and all the discoveries that were yet to be made by my innocent eyes.

I once was able to fly,

I soared through the sky,

without any hesitation or any fear,

conquering all my tears.

Now I look at the world,

with all its darkness and realities,

I look back on those innocent days;

where anything was possible even capturing the roars of a lion. 

Thought now it seems all lost, the child is still within me somehow.

I wish I could still imagine without the chains of reality,

but I can only hope to follow my dreams.

There is a child in me that I seem to hide,

and I wonder who would take its side.