We are children.
We do not want to talk a nap.
But, we have to. We have time to.
We do not realize it then, but it is good for us.
It is.
We need a lot of sleep.
We are adults,
We want to take a nap.
We really, really, really, do. But, there is no time.
No time.
When we are children,
We get older. We do.
Time goes by,
and with it, the curtain comes back more,
our window on the world gets bigger.
We see things. We do things.
The curtain comes back more.
Our window gets bigger.
Bigger and bigger.
Bigger and bigger and bigger.
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