What if as babies we learned how to walk, before we could crawl
Children weren’t little, rather commonly tall
I close my eyes to imagine, and I’m briefly appalled
Can you guess what I saw?
A world with overgrown infants, enforcing the law.
As my eyes open I see no big babies
Rather a world black and white; no room for maybes.
So I keep closing my eyes, until my reality is hazy
And I see the world unique, full of overgrown babies