Split Decesion

On the razor's edge of the Wall Street day, I find myself lost in the goal of the way The mundane going through the motions at bay Leaves me cut for the next day after day There is a child in my soul, taking everything in, " you were much happier when you were seven to ten True no one can ever go back in time Yet, some have pulled the past to the future in rhyme Only to find two worlds not of a kind Only one can be chosen, that comes as no surprise, I choose the queen with the butterfly eyes A world of a matrix where everything's wrong, Or a land of which each flower sings it's own song What does it take to escape reality? Just let the child in our hearts set us free