Look at me, I'm young inside,
dreaming of days of seek & hide.
Thinking of the days when we ran and played,
God damn it, why'd they all go away?

Sun-filled fields with a swing set or two,
cement covered hopscotch games that we drew.
Hours spoiled due to a ball, and a mit,
running as fast as I can so I don't have to be "it".

My cute lil' fingerpainted soul cries for those days,
and I spend the time wondering why they went away.
Spend all those summer days playing so merrily,
where we were so innocent, and so carefree.

05/27/2002

Author's Note: This poem isn't just about lost childhood, as most people believed. It was also of lost fun. Most kids think that when you become an adult, you don't have fun anymore. What a depressing prediction... can't we tell the snotty-nosed brats it's their fault?

Posted on 05/27/2002
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