When I was young
My head was full of dreams
Of fantasies
My eyes
Shown
And glimmered
My mouth
Constantly moving
Spitting out ideas
Then I grew up
My head became full
Of more important things
My problems and issues
My eyes dimmed
Until there was barely even
A flicker
My mouth
Snapped shut
My ideas
Trapped inside
Now here I am
No longer
The happy
Bubbly
Girl
I was
Sometimes I imagine
That my life is a movie
Each scene belongs to a song
Each song to a scene
Sometimes I let myself
Just float in the music
Red
White
And Blue
The colors of America
We parade down the streets
Covered in these colors
I wonder what our parade will look like
This year
Will we parade with joy
Celebrate tragedies
Love is an open door?
All you need is love?
Love story?
I know that feeling
A bit differently
Not quite what the song was intended for
But I know of love
That opens doors
The love that is
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