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IP:
Imagine yourself as a kid, sleeping tight w/o a burden,
The giants as your parents, handling light w/ curtains.
Now that youre up, see reality and make your doubts
you dream up a storyline to escape from the house.
Get out of your blue bed and go take a bath, sink in
playing with toy ships, I poise quick and a war begins.
Im tiny to all, but I dont compare nor try to beat them
like all kids I dont treat adults superior.. I dont even see them.
Like all spoiled brats I get what I want, for being so damn small
I dream up WORLDS daily, and Im God to them all.
CHILDSPLAY is the keyword, in the center of the piece
and fear, bets and phobias..? I dare you to ask me.
Armies and plastic faces are like legos and action figures
expiring each season for new breeds to capture fictions.
Dreaming up terrains, I imagine lands anew and with ease
inspired in frames and boxes like comic books and TVs.
Interlaced lines console me like NES and other types
cuz two-dimension was another escape to another life.
That makes me a gamer, a buttonpusher, living multiple,
with energy of an eternal pendulum.. barely being tolerable,
effecting everyone.. but now Im all grown up
and memory is intangible.. so I revise on the known past
I miss the first time, full of energy like there were ten of me,
as they were archived in stone - forever in my memory.
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