Oh, to be a kid again with no worries except when the next big wave is coming.
In the soft glow of twilight,
I find myself wandering back,
To the days of bare feet and endless summers,
When time was a concept foreign to me.
No structured routines, just endless possibilities,
In the backyard, beneath the canopy of stars,
We were explorers, adventurers,
Lost in the enchantment of our imaginations.
The taste of freedom on our lips,
As we raced against the setting sun
Innocence wrapped around us like a comforting blanket,
Shielding us from the harshness of reality.
Oh, to be a kid again
To laugh without worry, to dream without limits,
In the simplicity of childhood,
Nostalgia finds its purest form.
