Life is so easy
when you are young.
When kisses heal boo-boos
and lullabies are sung.
It seemed that life could go on for years,
as long as the nightlight was there
to quiet our fears.
Why does growing up
have to be so hard?
When did the world become
bigger than our own back yard?
There is no more recess
to stop the stress of the school day.
There are no more falling stars
that can take our worries away.
Decisions are more complicated
now that we are grown,
why cant we go back
to when life was our own?

why cant we got back for indeed its to real
get away from this chaotic cacophonic world that i feel.
I remember fire flies, kites in flight,
laying on the grass in a starlit night.
some times the world makes me want to run
back into my room where i was to young.
cover up and conceal my head
and make a wish it was a dream instead,
but its here, and we cant hide forever
so we deal, crawling through it together
hopefully with someone so close to our heart
find our way in this place where we know our own part.


doc- hope you dont mind