Setting back the clocks, the kids awoke,
later than they normally would have still
my mind is still a fog and if I spoke
I don't doubt that my words would slur and spill
The brisk fall air is something that I love
and I think more and more of my childhood
I have been watching more pbs shows above
the Netflix shows that I normally would.
The old Shows that I had watched in my youth
Its strange that suddenly I long
for those old past times that I would
Look for as a child with dreaming strong.
I long to paint and draw and run like Dai
Sillily without purpose or true meaning
Without a game of rules or goal to hide
the joy of random exertion and day dreaming.
And Suddenly I feel as if I know
That Something comes and something else must go.
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