It gives me...
Both goosebumps and hope,
That today's children...
Long driven from reality by their folks,
Will one day return to walk into it...
To discover the difference between,
A brick wall and an animated mouse...
Never to have had the ability to talk.
And doesn't dress in a tuxedo.
Or...is reall at all.
It gives me...
Both goosebumps and hope,
To know that when these children...
Eventually do grow up,
That which today that has been faked to create...
By delusion and accepted corruption,
Will be faced to fade away...
Like it has been protected to stay,
In the minds people my age...
Allowed to remain to claim AND denied,
Has not been fantasized.
It gives me...
Both goosebumps and hope,
That signs of truth and proof of it...
Is slowly beginning to be introduced.
And more are becoming less offended,
By its existence to resist it as a passing fad.
To make those who have been aware and conscious,
Glad its presence is being more regarded...
As a fashion statement to think its exposure,
To adapt and adopt...
Is a rebellion to start old minds will find,
Unable to stop.
This...
Gives me both goosebumpe and hope,
That today's children long driven from reality...
By 'their' folks,
Will one day return to walk into it.
With the belief that the doing,
Upsets those who reject...
A discovery of reality kept disguised by lies.
And 'this' I hope to live long enough to witness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem