I was speaking on this subject in the bar the other night. Thought it needed to delved into deeper.
When I was small, I was allowed to have free reign over my imagination.
In my house it was a Magickal thing
It was Respected and Honored
This ability to have something from nothing
When a creek on the side of the road could be a vast ocean full of Pirates, or a Swamp laden with Monsters.
An abandoned garage filled with broken glass
A Den of Treasure protected by a Dragon
I was a Soldier and a Stunt Bike Rider
Dashing Hero and Rodeo Clown
Each day a new Adventure so important I would not Eat until it’s Finish
An outlook so pure and a Force so Powerful
It would Encapsulate me totally
I simply believed in Magick
As I grew into Manhood I lost this Magick
Apparently you cannot make Big Boy decisions
If you think You could be Vultron
I was then lead to believe that these “Into Adult” happenings
Could only be based in Absolutes
And when I walked down that road
It was Stark, Lined and Labeled for my Convenience
The Vagaries of life, Stacking upon me like Bricks
The ones that form the walls we “Just had to” Create
Forever left in the Void of what is Supposed to be
But if you are Lucky
If the lines begin to squiggle and a Match mysteriously forms in your hand
You can Burn that Fucking Box to the Ground
Unleash the Magick with Inspiration
Rock the Adventure of Living
See the World in the Gray it really is
I believe in Magick again
I see the Marvel in the Everyday
The Beautiful in the Mundane
I am no Slave to the Supposed to be
I am Koffin