When I was little
I looked for signs of magic
A sparkle of light
which I hoped only I could see
Twitching fingers
trying to move objects
And dreams of flying
always flying.
Now coated in a sense of self
and public opinion
the mind is more careful
to try and think
the right way
Though today
a street lamp flashed
yellow
just for a second
I smiled.
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