Let Imagination Resume
oh. the Insanity
it comes and it blows
like the wind
but with minds instead of kites
shall you search for an anitdote?
no, no silly
What would their crunchy Jaws snap at then?!
Innocence
oh I can see it now...
the nasty nicknames are called
the exclusion takes place
the little ones are beaten down
the differences are beaten out of them...
it makes me cry.
but this is what I stand up to say:
I won't let you crumble me
you can't crush this
there is no constricting my Imagination
there is no conclusion
no contorting here
you can't cure me
this crazy doesn't stop coming
they can't quiet this
they can't even clutch it
in their crusty Jaws
because
my Imagination is mine!
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