Where Dreams Sprout Wings

In my childhood my dreams sprouted wings and flew

Now they form weights and sink

In the wilds of my imagination

My dreams were bound by nothing

Physics had no hold

Neither did reality

I was free to dream and explore

I was free to be

Anything I dreamed

When did my imagination wither and die

When did the fountain of youth stop flowing

Where did it go

Why did I let the realities of this world destroy it

I’d say I was weak

That I am weak but

Everything I’ve survived screams that I’m not

That weakness doesn’t define me

I’m a survivor

So maybe one day

I’ll be able to return to that magical place

Where my dreams sprouted wings

And flew

But how to restart the spring

Now dry and blocked

How do I return to that magical place

When I’ve lost the way

I just want to return to the magic

I once knew

To where dreams sprout wings and soar

To return to the world of wonder I once knew