Sometimes I think our biggest blunder
Is how we’ve crushed our sense of wonder.
With the decorated shop windows of others,
And the weight of information, plowing us under.
With production values that beg, “Why try?”
And standards that are skyscraper high.
We live ahead of our horizon lines,
Obstructed by monuments in our minds.
While labelled and locked
In a tidy box.
But I recall a wondrous world, big and wild,
That I gazed upon, with the eyes of a child.