Can fear become love if it’s not loved?

Can it be faced if it’s not shoved?

Will love force its win if it’s not believed in?

Can it be true if it hasn’t happened to you?

Will peace be possible if divides aren’t crossable?

With all of these stipulations in conditional situations,

We give our power away

To be a child means to play…and live a magical life anyway

Children express how they feel until they’re told its childish

Then they repress and pout to express until a certain age

…And then poof

Suddenly they know how to feel and share what’s real?

…never to repress or pout again?

A magical tragical life it’s been.

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