Imagine
It's weird to look back at the carefree imagination
And reminisce
I laugh a little at the irony
Of then pen I'm using to write this
Black, typed print
Indicating the name of the university
My future
All I want to do
Is go back and listen
To the stories of bugs
And try the pollen candy
I would never have even thought of
And then I think of growing old
And losing that one spark
That truly differs from everyone else's
My imagination
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