Caught Up

How do we get back away from the grind

That gives no slack to the frames the ones

We filtered first which widened our eyes

Through their colors shapes and designs with

Everything so brand new and everything so pure

And true when saving the world could be done in a day

With a cape and an imagination ready to play on our hands

And knees we crawled and watched as our elders walked

We soaked up all we could clung to

What we knew was good and glazed amazed at

What unfolded before our face to find out

We'd forget it all by being caught up in a race

That isn't for fun at all with hands

Frustrated to do instead of willing to try living by the clock

And slowly wasting away in tie on my hands and knees

I plead to see the way that a child does see

And waltz around aware not drowned not buried down

Or cornered slammed a fresh

Start entity an easy way to be unless you're past the age