What is it that we often crave:
A long forgotten time, When simple notions crammed our hearts, like this little rhyme.
We must return to simple things, not stupid any more,
And then we yearn our proper food, and eating’s not a chore.
A hunger for those simple notions lost along the way,
Is always there and will sustain us every blessed day.
When we do “learn” that things unseen are silly and unkind,
A fear erupts to make us strive and hurt each little mind.
When education and strict training crowds our waking life,
False notions become false food, and there is so much strife.
We must all gather and return so that all filled we’ll be,
What is it that we all do crave to fill both you and me?
A trust and hope in fairies, angels, myths and elves,
To have faith that all is well will fill our little selves