Ballerina dolls and toy soldiers
Strewn across the rooms
Where children play and children sleep
Looking into dead eyes
Of the toys who keep waiting
To come alive
Long after you have flown out the nest
You think of those eyes longing to come alive
Companions who shaped your young mind.
We wonder how we may have been now
If our playthings in our playing field-Life
Were to pass by unnoticed
And you unfettered by all those things meant to be or not.
Would we not become another toy with dead eyes.
No flutter of heart to evolve into a million heartbeats.
A story unwritten
Like looking into the eyes of ballerina dolls and toy soldiers.