Carl Sagan Quote (Supposedly. Internet isn’t always honest.)
(A poem about missing the creativity we had as children. Feels like adults can’t even try to fly as high as kids. Maturity definitely comes at a price.)
I remember older days
When my mind would wander
Taking flight in vivid form
Leaving reality for visions
Where all my senses stirred
I remember wrestling bears
And playing games with dragons
Monsters stalked me
As I walked along with legends
Birthed from my limitless mind
An innocence of thought
That I treasured above all facts
A power I took for granted
Never dreaming
That the flights would end
Facts and fears fill my mind
As I move from boy to man
My visions begin to dull
Until they are shadows
Of the worlds I wandered
I try to fly again
Hoping to stir the power
Long ignored for practicality
All I find are glimmers
As reality strangles me
Legends of Windemere 
So very poignant! “As I walked along with legends
Birthed from my limitless mind” Ah so true!
I remember looking at clouds for hours and imagining shapes, and also writing stories based on ideas that popped into my head. I didn’t have any fear of rejection or failure. Writing was easier, because I didn’t imagine someone instantly rejecting or criticizing what I wrote.
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I never tried stories with the clouds. Just watched and let my mind drift. I do miss lacking that fear or rejection and failure.
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You still have a great imagination even if shackled with adultness.
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Thanks.
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There is a lot of truth there. I believe imagination is like a muscle. It can get stronger with regular use.
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And atrophy without use. Explains a lot of adults who can’t think beyond practical actions.
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This is wonderful!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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