Just to Deal

Every child creates their own fantasy
Some are just a jumbled mystery

Others aren't quite a simple dream
Most are real it seems

Kids see what adults do not
Somethings that aren't quite caught

Maybe those imaginary friends
Aren't so imaginary when the day ends

Maybe those tiny dolls that never seem to budge
Actually hold a giant grudge

Maybe the puppets that dangle from their strings
Sit and stare as the think up the most horrible things

Maybe even fairies are real
But they're so horrific they can't deal

So maybe just maybe those childish dreams come true
Just not quite as we expect them to

Maybe they are the reasons for the nightmares
And for people having so many fears

Just remember when you go to bed
Those thoughts in your head

Even as a child are real
Even if we brush them off just to deal..