Childhood

Oh, the breezy wind
And the lovely sky.
Nope, this isn't me, anyways

So,
It feels like centuries ago,
But it's only been a decade or so,
You could ask me,
"If you haven't lived a century, how do you know how it feels?"
But hey, don't we all have this type of longing?
The yearning for something,
Something like…Our childhood.

Childhood, where we were oblivious to
Status and money and race and love and touch
Yeah, touch
I ain't true about most part but yeah

I mentioned longing? Yes.
Yes, I’ve been longing
To not stress over that question
Everyone throws around like candy -
"What next, ma?"
Like I got the answers hidden behind my tired eyes.

Yes, I’ve been longing
To just go out and play
All evening
With my friends,
Then do it again the next day,
And the next.

Yes, I’ve been longing
To open that old secret box —
The one with birthday cards,
And random friendship bracelets,
And broken pens I swore I’d fix.

Yes, I’ve been badly longing
To feel happy about something I did.
To look at it and think,
"Damn, I did that."
Yes, I’ve been longing for my parents’
Damn petty appreciation.

I’m longing for those…
Little things.
The stuff I didn’t know I’d miss.
Longing for a time
When nothing was too deep,
When existing didn’t feel like a to-do list.
When dreams didn’t come with
Terms and conditions.
I’m still longing.
Not for something new.