Childhood

I sit and watch the kids play in the streets,
Care free, no responsibilities.
I certainly do miss those days.
Running from everything and also nothing.

Worries of money never existed,
Emotions never existed as they do now.
Climbing, spinning, running, falling.
There used to be fun in life.

Why is it that as we get older things fall apart?
Emotions collide; bills need paid.
I want to be a child again.
Care free as a wild animal.

by Zach DeLong