Desire

A short poem

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As children, we beg for growth
We ask to be mountains or buildings
Skies or oceans
Our small bodies consumed by the desire
to be more than what we are
To been seen with amazement,
rather than be looked down upon
with indifference
We expect the world
and nothing less
We beg for time to speed up,
truly believing that happiness and freedom
is strictly reserved for adulthood
Though, it isn’t until we get
what we want that we…