Fantasy Life

Children create a fantasy life
Where they can live in happiness
Adults insist on a fantasy
Where they can keep out true happiness.
Oh, the play of children
Oh, the ways of the oldest children.

Children feel their native shine of goodness
Regardless of what is said and done to them
Adults live in the guilt of "inherited" sin
Regardless of what it is that Lives them.
Oh, the play of children
Oh, the ways of the old, old children.

My child, come to my world (fantasy it might be),
Where innocence is the root of true wisdom.
Old, old child, see my play (fantasy that it might be),
Where the fantasy of unloving is broken
And your true inheritance awaits you.
Happiness is the playful life of young and old children.

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