Before probability happened We lived in a magic world Where dreams were real
Where energies flowed with definitive beauty
We floated with our peers Unburdened and unburned
by the taxonomy of the Educated
Books were enough:
They helped us fly without runways and wings.
Afternoon snacks fuelledthe intoxication of youth.
There we were, powered by words Garnished by flutters of the heart. Life was a living art. The walls grew quietly around us Like big tidal waves they did surround us We traded our dreams For self-conscious cleverness.
We now stare into a moonlit abyss Looking inside a mystical well For a sky that slipped off from beneath our feet. -Madhavan N, 2017
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