What if we listened to them
What if we followed them
What if they were the teachers
The facilitators
The tour guides
What if they lead the way
What if their heartbeats were our soundtrack
Their smiles were our paychecks
And their games our entertainment
What if their imaginations were our architects
Their songs our laws
And their dreams were our future
What if we lived in a world where the roads were drawn with crayons
What if every park was an abstract paper mache masterpiece
What if we could go out to dinner
With paint on our faces and sand between our toes
What if every mall was replaced by a hands-on science experiment
What if snack time was our happy hour
And bedtime was a safe time
To go get ice cream
What if we never lost that innocence
What if honesty didn’t fade into an option
What if best-friend-forever-handshakes
Made in a tree house with spit between the fingers
Could actually last forever
What if love wasn’t a silent practice
What if we could say what we felt
The moment we felt it
What if we could all hold hands
And never let go
What if we never said no
What if we could run and swing
And dance and sing
What if we could
Live
With the spirit
Of a child
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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