Our Childhood Nation

Waking eyes to a torrid desert land

Exhaustive explanations and causes

An adventure gone in practical sands

Boring unprofound poetry losses

No point to a life full of points

Unless there’s a narrative mending joints

Look to events untwirling before eyes

Go back to a way of seeing once known

One abandoned through a lie about lies

More like a strange place, a forgotten home

Clearing the air, it’s our childhood nation

Riddled rhymes over imagination

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