Where is my space man?
Where is my dream?
Why is this life
not what it would seem?
Where are the wizards?
And who's hidden up the Fae?
and why does no one question
why the magics gone away?
I miss the happy endings
teenage hero's, sleuths, and spy's.
And the slew of olden knowledge
passed by the well meaning and wise.
Where have the Dragons gone
I do wish they'd chose to stay
but now we've gotten older
they no longer want to play.
I miss those great journey's;
the giants, foes, and swords.
And really fully wondering
where the ends careening towards.
God's not made of other;
she's built on more.
If I built a Lego Sun
would it light your world with loads of fun?
And if I built a vast terrain
would your joy grow full without refrain?
And what of cities, farms, and storms
and a Lego fire that always warms?
or a Lego man to hold you tight
in the deep of winter or dark of night?
Where if you asked I'd always give
so you'd never have or want to live.
You wouldn't need a Lego Savior
to change your heart and bad behavior
You'd do what was asked, and do it well
but of the experience what could you tell?
You wouldn't know of you and yours
or the value and joy of doing chores.
So do you resign to the other choice
to lead a life without a voice?
Or would you want to do your best
to learn and grow while in the test?
He is barely a banana
barely a peel
making you wonder
is banana bear real?
I know that he is
cause I know what he feel
and if you have honey
he will cut you a deal.
The color of sun
and loves to have fun
but if you get close
he is speedy to run.
A bear all the same
with teeth, fur, and claws
but a good one at that
he abides by the laws.
He'll be your best friend
if you need a pal
but if you are mean
"will he leave?" yes he shall.
They were everywhere
my failures were part of a larger canvas
that was painting my success.
And in a moment
my business became my business
and I didn't like it one bit
"But really if I'd loved you more
would you have really hurt any less?"
"Yes Mom. It's been crushing
to have not had you by my side."
he called me family
for the very first time."
My face felt so hot
my hand grabbed his arm
and I wanted him to know why.
At that moment he was an exact quote;
Had I been a metaphor
soaring from an old wizards lips
and built on the imagination of his listener
a tale on someone that just needed to try
a little harder to get exactly that thing they'd worked for.
I think whether I made it to success or not
being a wizards tale would've been enough.
But I guess today I must fill the story tellers seat
leaving the wizard to be the me I've wish to be.
And in that I mean a fantasy.