Childhood

As a child I'd always dream
of places, things, and realms unseen.
But with each year
as "knowledge" grew,
dreams did drift though once solid and still.

"Your knowledge is growing," they praised me.
But something was never quite right.

" What about dreams," I questioned.
"What about those realms, emotions,"
"Those things unseen?"

They faltered
"Who cares about those thoughts and dreams,"
"These tangible things are all you need."

So each year things accumulated
Mundane objects rose to importance.
And those dreams, those things, those realms unseen

Quickly faded