An imagination unconfined
And undisturbed by ceaseless time
Is something rare indeed to find
As we start to age
When someone offers up for trade
Youth and wonder for an 8 hour day
The mind can seem to be unmade
Replaced by obligation
I reflect back on the youthful me
And my current daily drudgeries
Until there’s something bitter in me
And I put the thought away
What on earth, is...