Gawking eyes

glaring glances

whispers feeding fear

“Come and take it, I give it away for free”

it says

Shouting

asking but not yet listening

hearing others but not the other

“Stay away”

fear whispers

by selling thrilling treats

who glitter

But all become old

and boredom comes knocking

on the everyday life

and the treats fade

and here your are

You keep coming back

inch by inch

together with your friends

You climb the draped walls

peering down

cheekishly

because you don’t want to be alone on the ground

But you are brave

Then you travel in a different pace

measured in sand, sound, chyme

and you taste, smell you draw you write

and within a short hallway time

the gawks turn

to facet smiles

and now some children say to fear:

“Begone!”

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