I’m a child with no cares in the world,
I run and play not mindful
Of my clumsy stumbles and messes.

No bills to pay,
No one to take care of.
Just me, George, and the open fields.

There are playgrounds and school,
New stories to hear
And friends to be made.

The classrooms smell of paint and glue,
And our lunch boxes and snow boots.
I want to be free like this all of the time.

It’s a shame I was in such a hurry
To grow up; be an adult.
What the fuck was I thinking?