As a youth I ran free,
Screaming bloody murder
I’d laugh until I burst——-
While dancing to fairy music.
As an adult I walk rigid,
Succumbing to society’s norms
I don’t allow myself to dream—-
Too busy I am for childlike things.
Alone I’ve yearned for the past,
Sighing for forgotten days
When I’d make wishes—-
Watching the dandelion seeds take flight.