The Power- Outage of Child-Like Wonder


I used to dream of having superpowers when I was younger

I find it funny how your brain is able to alter your dreams

It takes your dream of being a writer 

And morphs it into an alternate desire 

A barren one…

It takes your pure childhood

And filters it to be more realistic

It’s hard to acknowledge that what comes with growing up is bittersweet.

To admit that you’ll never be what you want, 

and stay accomodating to distorted versions of it

[fast – forward to present day]

All I dream about now is to stay dreaming