Younger Days

When I was young I used play on the old man's apple tree

When I was young I used to scream out Ollie Ollie auxen free

To young to blame it on these mistakes

to old to have any excuse for the trouble it makes

generations apart from my old wrinkled eyes

following the childish breadcrumbs that keep falling from the skies

It's the piece of mind that grows from this fine tuned machine

accomplish self fulfilment with a unfamiliar scheme

My motivation to be an adult has decided to catapult

me over the picket fence to land on my 2.5 kids

I used to play in the sandbox with the same little voices

And I would always remember to bring a spare vine

The chimes from the clock would signify recess and

tell all the kids that it's snack time

I'm Less than a cartoon away from being the last in line

Kickball is my life juice boxes are my therapists

those are the simple pleasures that used to get

and they now leave me here motionless

walking to the mailbox to send my life away with a signature

I remember all the jokes we used to tell each other stop you're killing her

you almost crushed that pray mantis

A crime punishable by death that would put your name on the list

rumor is that Santa Claus compiles pages worth of information

but that fake fairy tale has nothing on the damage I have done

I broke 4 windows, chased 5 girls, not to mention the cats I taunted

And still this year I got every present that I wanted

I believed in folk lore and made wagers for peanut butter sandwiches

the blissful innocence that gave me attention when I had new bandages

The transition is identified as growing up but I lost interest in

the responsibility that kills your first star wishes

The corner of the room had my initials with a dunce cap that's colored and shaped

to match perfectly with my superhero cape

But now my cape is replaced with a button-down shirt and a mature smirk

that shows my soul to be nothing of worth

Finger-painting and typing, my marvelous hands at work

The difference in creating for my cause or as someone else's clerk

No more kisses on the cheek and red faces from embarrassment

It's the long drawn out process and regretting words I sort of meant