Land of the Grown-Ups

The consumption of passion
Feeds my daily thoughts
The very existence of my soul
Hinges on the depth of my words
To walk in shallow ground serves no purpose
Hallowed ground is where mortals fear to thread
For failure lurks around every dark corner
The monsters of our dreams await our eminent demise
When your mind dwells in that place of dreams and fantasies
The fear of failure is just another adventure
You will have to eventually to conquer
Before you wake up to begin another day
The hero, after all never loses
At least not in the dreams of a little boy
Trapped forever in the land of the grown-ups.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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