The Lost World

The Lost World by Khari D. Hawke Here nothing is Black and White  An entire world made by Crayola  Trees with  "sweet pea green" leaves  And "sepia" branches  Drip "sky blue" raindrops  As you hide behind trunks  waiting for someone to seek you  Too honest  To make any distinction between  Cops and robbers  So you'll be one on Saturday  And the Other on Sunday  Where Tuesday is as sweet as  vanilla ice crème  Only to be topped on Wednesday  By cherries and rainbow sprinkles  Until Thursday when you discover "Toasted Almond"  Where "nurf" and "clay dough" and lego  keep you fascinated  long after  "Chip & Dale" and even  "Duck tales" won't do  This is a world where  logic has NOT conquered imagination  A world where dreams are fostered  Where cardboard inside of paper towel rolls  Can be both:  Telescopes and telephones  A world where water guns  And water balloons  Make war a favored endeavor  And peace can only be found at night  Where "lighting bugs" are magical  And also fashionable  A world where fun comes in every season  Because weather is not an obstacle  but an opportunity  To build sandcastles or snowmen  A fascinating world  Where there are more questions  Than answers  And answers are not always  Right or wrong or  True or False  But sometimes "why?"  A mysterious world where  Trade happens under pillows  And gift wrapped presents arrive  While you are sleeping  A world where punishment is  Peace and quiet  Where medicine is toxic  And candy is a cure  A world where peanut butter and jelly  Is filet mignon  A world where the staple of rebellion is  A snotty nose  And untied shoe laces  Where life's answers are obtained through  Trail and error not google searches  And life's only obstacles are chores and curfews  Why do we ever leave this world?  Only to rush into...  A world of traffic  Only leading into  Coffee long days  Signature filled  Paper work and bills  Debt and stress  Nights, no rest  Relationships that never last  Windows busted, tires slashed  Then stock markets crash  Praying for no more mail  No more ringing phones  Dreaming of moments of silence  And minutes alone  Remembering love and riches  That were never obtained  And then  Stressing about all the  Weight you've gained  Bad news in the paper  And on the television too  Life turned out to be one big screw  So now the rain is dripping  And its not  Sky blue  You're hiding behind a tree  hoping  It’s not  See through  Just hoping  No one  Will ever find you  Wondering: "what happened to the world?"  You once knew...  Watch the children  They’re secretly trying to teach you  Reveal what the world is missin'  They still believe in magic  Impossible is inconceivable  Their purpose is to make "believable"  A world where Laughter is a language  But you can only hear it  If you're not too grown to listen!