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When did I learn to hate the rain
How did a puddle stop being a lake,an ocean, a dream
I have not played with a toy car in years, years
Right now I would love to cry
I would love to run until my sides hurt
then laugh away the pain
I would die for a chance
to ride my red mutt of a bike
into the creek behind my house
I think I'll cry instead
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It's sad that we must leave behind the wonder of our formative years. We call it maturation and believe we've grown to another dimension in our lives, but the truth is we've left behind something precious and valuable, something that we adults look down on and condemn as childish. I'd love to ride my old mutt of a bike into the creek with you.
Very well done, Mark
The pain of growing up. Losing our imagination, becoming careful. I guess that's why we have kids. I really like this--even though it reminds me just how old I'm getting.
