Oct 26, 2004 23:56
crisp days,
i miss the sound of leaves crunching beneath my feet.
i remember playing football in our yards,
getting chased around the trees,
hiding from the boys in your dad's car.
we were only 8 then,
but that day, was the best day i have,
to remember us, way back when.
Between climbing trees,
and rollerblades,
there wasnt much to fear,
except beestings and antbites.
making the nights last as long as we could,
till it was time for bubble baths and warm food,
then to put on our jammies, and snuggling between sheets.
I remember goin to sleep with nothing to worry,
only what i was going to dream.
I miss the sound of crickets,
and the rolley polleys we would hold in our hands.
I miss the lady bugs we would find,
and watching the butterflies fly,
hoping just one would land on me.
when do we get to return to the age when nothing mattered
except what game we would play, or who we would pretend to be.
i miss you. you were always by my side, during the freedom times.
I remember how we used to smile and laugh for hours.
You remind me that there is a childhood waiting beneath the superficial lies.
One that isnt too hard to find, if we just take the time to open our eyes,
letting our imaginations go, grow our wings and fly from this world...
im ready to fly back to childhood, when nothing mattered,
not ever an age or what someone thinks you should be,
or how things "should" turn out a certain way.
Im ready to make things up, as He shows me the way.
Forget how it aught to be... and hold onto dreams, even if they dont make sense.
that never stopped me before,
i never want to leave this age of youth.