The memory of infancy,
A blanket of age,
Smothering the imagination, rinsing it clean of
All that made it whole.
Destroying all but one last seed;
The sole constant in a perpetually changing existence
Being the dream of a child, the
Aspiration inherently doubted,
For youth scarcely births anything plausible.
Contributions from societal expectations
And responsibilities resultant of years advancing
Elucidate the foolishness of hope and the
Impracticality of a dream.