Childhood Fantasies

It was cold and dark outside.

The room was empty. I was alone.
But the footsteps echoed in my head
Of childhood dreams now gone.

Although my eyes are the same

They see the world in a different light.
There weren’t any shades of grey.
It was either black or white.

It’s nice to look back on those days

And strange how easy it seemed.
You could achieve so much in so many ways
When you sat down, closed your eyes and dreamed.

And as the footsteps drew nearer

Reality burned in their wake.
But none of the problems were clearer
And more of life seemed a mistake.

I used to wish I was older

Yet as days passed, I treasured my youth
Because the world only seemed to get colder
And lies were the only truth.

But still the footsteps came.

Had time lost its mercy now?
Was there no relief from its pain
Someday, somewhere, somehow?

As the age of truth was revealed

And days drifted into dull nights;
The dreams childhood had concealed
Were suddenly brought into the light.

When you’re born you don’t get instructions

Of what to do or to dream.
As the footsteps in your mind meet obstructions
You lose sight of all you wanted to be.

Footsteps – why cause such heartache

As you walk through the days of our lives?
Although we believe it’s for our sake
Cruel destiny rings through our minds.

You trample over our fantasies

And destroy what might have come true.
You say we are blind then ask us to see
And expect us to believe in you.

You – who kills our childhood

And steal the sweet wine of youth.
Father of time, we once thought you were good
But you steal our dreams too soon.

I once had the world to hope for

But you took that hope from me.
I thought that was all, but you wanted more,
All the things that I had once dreamed.

As a child all our wishes are granted,

Except those we don’t want to come true.
With age we become more cold-hearted,
We become the children of you.

Footsteps, you only move nearer

And more deadly at every stage.
When I see you, I see a mirror
And I gaze on the face of age.

You make us feel so worthless.

What future for us can there be?
Nothing in life makes sense unless
Age is just a child’s fantasy.