Dear... Society
Four years old and at a soft play area. I have convinced myself there is a secret door somewhere here with unlimited wonder behind it.
I hear my name being called but I cannot leave now, I am surely so close, it is just beyond this wall.
But it's time to leave. Put that from your mind now. There was no treasure, forget about it...
But I never did forget.
Such potent wonder is hard to reclaim in cynical middle age. I have been brought down to earth so hard that I am partially subterranean.
I'm tired of being an anchor holding people down, I want to be the one with my head in the clouds again. Maybe just for a bit.