Imaginary friend 

What if God is humanity’s childhood imaginary friend
And rituals the playtime games they play?

When playtime’s over he heads to sleep 
But fearful of monsters under the bed
So he summons again his imaginary friend
Sleeps believing the monsters have fled. 

But it’s been long, the friend hasn’t gone 
The monsters under the bed still haunt.

Should I take my child to a Pediatrician for a milestone check?

Childhood, imaginary friend, black and white, happy
What if it’s all just in our head?

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