The Kid in Me Still Dreams

I lay awake and dream of new skies
Those not a cloud around nothing’ but blue skies
Those summer night spent catching’ fireflies
Those memories brighten my eyes

My pen drives down memory lane
And stops at a past I’ll never see again
Lemonade, playgrounds and imaginary friends
Damn, things were different when we were kids

I mean when we were young
We had so much fun
Saw sunshine on the cloudiest day
Lived life to the fullest way

Sweaty days and temps ninety plus
Meant pools, hoses and ice cream push ups
Freezing’ days 30 below
Meant snowball fights and visits to the north pole

Still remember the first kiss upon my lips
Under thirteen I’d toss coins and make the biggest wish
Come December I’d have the longest list
Never worried about dramatic shit

I’d kill to go back to before the bills had my name
Back when the only games played were children games
No complexity, caring was so simple
No stress ever plagued my temple

Softball and hoops scored at the highest rate
I regret growing up to this date
I write reports, lift boxes and live my life with a sigh
Forever more I dream to soar again in those blue skies