There are times when I miss being a kid
Where I touched the cracks on the pavements that I walked past by
Where everything around me wasn't secluded, but I had a way to escape
Whenever I look at a child, they stare at me with such curiosity
Their angelic smiles lead me to a place I knew somewhere before
When I miss it, I let my inner - child be released, you see, society pushes it
Those braces that hold my teeth, only want it straight
not a hint of crooked- ness
But everybody's little kid inside them, needs some love
as the the psychologist Says
Sitting on the swing with mama, I tell her, "Can I stay longer?"
Everytime we go higher, I feel as if I can reach for the sky
The only person who will worry whether my hair goes pale is mama
Because she tells me to pull out the white stars
from her midnight black sky
And these flowers that are
slowly dieing in front of my home
will soon be awake If I REMEMBER to keep it nurtured
if I remember they are also a kid
Dieing with torture
perishing in dust
These little smiles from endearing children
light up in anything
When it comes to possessions
I get anxious
What about the blooming wildflowers
the smitten kisses
For the bare feet to run in the grass
can take you wherever you want to go
If you let it..
So much life is inside you..
Get out, chuckle, giggle, chase
I wouldnt trap myself here if I were your age today..
For I miss school
I miss the hair that can bounce
Let the wind soar your spirits as you gain freedom
when you Learn to feel
learn to hug... Because computer screens and video games won't kiss you But mama, she will..