Arts and Crafts

As I look back on those days when I was young
When the sky was blue and the grass was green
I remember playing with boys and girls my age
And cutting out things from construction paper.
We would cut out dogs
And cut out stars
We could cut out shapes
From many different colors.
There was blue, there was orange, red and green
And we would laugh with joy and sing
And afterwards we would finger-paint while our cut-outs hung from the walls.
And we were as happy as could be
Not knowing a thing
Back when the sky was blue
And the grass was green.
 
Yet as the years rolled by,
Each of us grew
And Blue turned to gray.
All the paper, 
in all its colors, 
turned into one white page.
And the walls, which our paintings and cutouts littered
Were replaced with white soulless things.
And suddenly all the color is gone
And nobody cuts out shapes anymore.
Things stay on the page
Organized in neat even lines
Like the bars of a jail cell.
With all the dogs and all the stars, 
Trapped within the page.
And I look around and see the white walls
That surround my whole life,
And I realize I too am stuck on a page
And we are all out of scissors.
 
So I look back now,
On those days of yesteryear.
And I wish I could go back.
If I could, I know what I would do.
I would take a pair of scissors
And cut out my own heart
And let it fly away
Up into the heavens
Never to be trapped, on a page.
 
 
 

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