boyish

trying to hold fast to
a youthful, compassionate
perception of this world
poignant memories and sentiments

elusive things
it's hard to fit into that frame of mind anymore
(the magical hill)
it kills me to think 
this is life as an adult?
does the imagination grow old?
a process of dying after all

unearth the youth inside me

i just want to feel
i just want to feel

(magical hill)
like a boy in the hills
listening to the beatles
looking at life like a disney film

The End

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