How I wish I could go back
Back to the days when things were simple
The golden years of childhood
When I would pick the dandelion furs
And truly believed my wish would come true
When I would blow them all from the flower head
Back to the days of hopscotch and four square
Not a care in the world
A worry free time
The only troubles that bothered me were the impending whippings from acting out
The only worries that ran through my mind
Were if it was going to rain on a summer day
Or if my favorite ice cream had been demolished
Back to the days of happiness and smiles
Where everything delighted my heart
And nothing could bring my dreams down
Oh to go back to the days of bliss and carelessness
Where mistakes made didn’t come at such a high cost
Where family meant together forever
Oh to go back to the days of barrettes and braids
The beautiful strands of hair woven together so gently, so preciously by my mother
Those were the days of smiles and not tears
Of hopes and not fears
Of goals and not obstacles
Of triumphs and not troubles
Those were the days of my young life
Of my early childhood
So much simpler than now
Scraping by day to day
Wondering where my next meal might come from
What house I’m going to float to to stay
Oh how I wish to go back to those days
But what adulthood has taught me
Wishes are for children
Hopes are for optimists
Goals are for the overly ambitious
And triumph is only for those who have it handed to them
Real adults never know what its like
To be happy like they were as kids
Real adults live in the real world
Not the reality our immature minds created as an illusion
A delusion
To make it through this world called Life
Wake up world
This is life!