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You Used To Be That Kid

 



You used to be a kid who made the world with clay,
you thought you could do anything if you tried
You used to wake up with so many ideas, 
your walls were filled with your doodles

You used to be a kid who built empires with lego,
you knew no geometry, no centre of gravity
you tried to create barbie houses,
that stood on a single sheet of cardboard 

Later you learnt there are three dimensions,
and that you can't live in that palace you drew
You learnt it takes more than your imagination,
to make some things come true

Somewhere along the way, you abruptly stopped dreaming,
to doodle, to create, to learn 
You were told it's for the experts,
"Only artists doodle, engineers create, scholars learn"

Someone told you, you don't have what it takes
At what point exactly,
Did you start taking them so seriously?
When will you realize that "someone" is your mind?

You used to be a kid
you thought you could do anything if you tried
Eventually, you became an adult
you're down to only wishing you tried

You used to be a kid
who thought she could build an empire of her own
but it seems that you've forgotten
the faith your younger self had known...

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  1. This is so relatable

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  2. Very nice Palavi. Keep writing.

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  3. I loved readin this !!

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    1. I'm glad!! :D
      Thanks for stopping by,
      Keep reading!! : )

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