{"sf1_id":348985,"sf2_id":"V1YwkvJm","title":"A Child Among Men","author":"Desolation35","words":129,"posted_at":"2012-03-03T01:14:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/348985-a-child-among-men","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YwkvJm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/67/c9/67c9674b-535d-47ea-9e5b-11659dc39730","description":"Been a lot of things on my mind lately. I am surprised that I was even able to write something.","content":"I am a child among men; unable to see the reality of life itself. I have been bestowed fantasy, but there I linger for too long. It is hard to see what lies upon the other side of these stone walls, so I use my imagination to help paint a picture. A factor of intimidation weighs heavy on my shoulders, for my fantasy seems much greater than what can't be seen.\n\nIn this fantasy, I see vibrant colors; nature blooming at its peak. If only I was able to see what road lies ahead of me could I be enlightened without idealism. Yet, in my imagination do I feel most content and at peace. With my heart heavy and my mind weary, I rest to see a new perspective.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}