Reid@YWP

I remember being younger when the playground was in bloom, 

You told me that I had a choice to use just one; But whom? 

The slide was overcrowded and I could never get a ride, 

Last night a little girl came to me in a dream 

She had a head of wild blonde curls 

that looked more like 

a tangle of cat grass blowing in the wind 

A little boy wakes up and he goes to his mom and says, "Why is my bed so small? I used to fit but now my feet stick off." The boy's mom says, "You're growing ..." 

What can I do to make this stay? 
To make all the moments, 
Where we were infinite last forever. 

To keep the good days for the future, 
And carry the bad along with my past.