Einhorn

Like every other story teller, I just fail to ignore the call of untold stories, so I narrate...

Saturday, June 11, 2011

The Story of our World*



Once upon a time, in a place not far away, where we all lived
There lived a child, there lived many children
And they dreamt every day, of things they would do
Of the world they were growing up into
They dreamt of what would be, of the years to come
They dreamt of how they would make the world
To fit their dreams and their wishes
The child kept playing hard everyday
Playing the games of how this dream world should be
For the children knew how serious it was,
Turning the world to a place of their dreams
So they played more seriously and longer
Until the grown ups could not stand them 'wasting their time' any more
So they called the children back to their homes
Back to their 'homework', trying to raise them properly
So eventually the children forgot playing together
And were engaged in the plans of their parents for their future
Eventually, they forgot their own wishes
And forgot the world they had dreamt for themselves
They even forgot all the hard work put into their dreams
And became tiny mirrors of the grown ups
And so the world turned out to be...


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 *And again I can not be really creative with names. X_x

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