Childhood
By Life_Is_Fabulous •
I miss the days where my ways were of a child's.
There was nothing to fear and looking in the
mirror was only something Mother did.
My imagination was like a train station where
impossible ideas flowed infinitely to corners of
the world I've only ever dreamt of.
My worst worry was a funny snack turning my
mouth a funny hue like blue and the other
kids would know I wasn't sharing my something
sweet.
Childhood is where dress-up isn't a game. It's
where your career path changes with the switch
of a garment.
Now it's a world with college and fees and people
to please and an impossible debt to pay that is
required of you before your train can leave the
station.
I think about time every minute of the day and
to think,
that before I would just waste it away not
knowing if it was Tuesday, Birthday,
Spring Summer Winter Fall.
All there was was play.