When I was smaller, as I used to be,
Wondering was always so much fun;
I'd let my pure imagination run
Across the fields, and then return to me
Delighting me with such inanity
As it might choose; an unignited sun,
A dandelion grown so large that one
Gigantic seed embraced reality
And dwarfed the universe. A silly game.
But as I aged, imagination grew,
And thought of better fictions to invent;
That someone, deep at night, whispered my name.
But I was older, so of course I knew
That truth was one thing that it never sent.
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