I slipped inside my head
My thoughts broken in despair
Decisions waiting to be made
Now strewn across my thoughts
I longed to be a child again
Worries limited to a flavor of a popsicle
Ambition encased by childish delights
Restricted to my mother’s dinner herald
A leader or captain of men were future concerns
As was the truth about money and friendships
I yearned to close my eyes and skip away
Holding hands with the red-haired girl
A seven year old enchantress who stole my heart
Years before I learned that everything breaks
I regained my footing and senses
Realizing the insignificance of our existence
Just another person passing time
Relishing the sanctity of life
