IF YOUR KIDS HAVE THE EXACT SAME OPINIONS AS YOU, SOCIETY NEVER EVOLVES. If You Get Angry At Your Children

i find it difficult to comprehend the fact that the human mind is capable of enjoying both korn and chopin nocturnes

seriously yall if your kids have to share every single opinion that you have society never changes

ive out bookmarked you all

are we to dine in the eternal mind

of sacred ingenuity ?

these seats in which our souls entwine

to speak the language of floral fluency?

at a loss, we stare round the bar

frantically at auburn stars

to seek the everlasting love

the love of which cannot undress.

veils of fiery violet craft

keep us from our rising yearn

to source the evil that we learn

in finding us, our homemade raft.

"jasmine, open your wings !"

unveil your pretty leaves my love

put your childhood to rest

your wings lay off the finest dove

and a crown of the prettiest dress,

with a cowl of golden lace i see

your feathers dripping so free.

such fine pristine garden howls

flying into chains of glass

and with your perfect golden cowl

lacèd, with the finest brass.

moonwater swirling in your hair

rosèd twine of which i could stare

music of love- to the morning play on

so until the sun rises,

i can still hear your song.

awaken in water of pure and fair

dreams of finely pruned fellows

god created, of the smallest affair

until the morning comes

to spoil the night

let us drink to the music

to your heavenly sight.

going back to the field where you once played as a child.

its an earthy, magical feeling,

and yet liminal and lonely.

the grass is tall and thin, untouched by those who frequently trimmed it when you were young.

the tree branches are falling, which reminds you of how taken care of it used to be.

prying through the grass, a million spider webs start to dance upon you-

each one uncontrolled by its owner.

because of your current state, you are unable to decide whether to frantically jump out of the way,

shaken of being attacked by the almost invisible threads-

or to apologize to the spider for destroying its home.

barren patches of dirt lay on the ground,

and the wind feels stronger than it used to be.

though the animals may be around, with birds tweeting and foxes prancing far off in the woods,

you feel alone.

as if all the other children who used to play here have forgotten what it was like to simply be a child.

but yet,

somehow,

for a brief moment-

you recall what it felt like to have no worries.

a spit take isnt enough i need some pearls to clutch

yeah i guess you could say im trans. transporting this MUG ROOT BEER into my MOUTH

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