novel excerpt. “i thought too much, and did too little”

i was always a serious child
i thought too much, and did too little
and stuck to the safety nets of swings and sandcastles while other kids braved through monkey bars and climbing the trees on the playground

i watched a lot of movies, and read a lot of books, so
i saw things differently, in my head
i was the lead role, and i had a special purpose
“the chosen one”
this weird little self-indulgent, yet oh so common theme in fiction
and i fed right into it

thinking i could control the weather, and seeing magical trees where there was lightposts
breathing life into inanimate objects
and believing a swing could teach me to fly

i had alternate names and identities
and thought fame was something worth attaining
little did i know

reality was always much too mundane, is always too mundane
and i loved seeing colours where there was only grey, and feeling like the wind in my hair
was there just to kiss my cheeks and brighten my day 

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