Split Decesion Poem by Bill Cantrell

On the razor's edge of the Wall Street day,
I find myself lost in the goal of the way
The mundane going through the motions at bay
Leaves me cut for the next day after day
There is a child in my soul, taking everything in,
" you were much happier when you were seven to ten
True no one can ever go back in time
Yet, some have pulled the past to the future in rhyme
Only to find two worlds not of a kind
Only one can be chosen, that comes as no surprise,
I choose the queen with the butterfly eyes
A world of a matrix where everything's wrong,
Or a land of which each flower sings it's own song
What does it take to escape reality?
Just let the child in our hearts set us free