In dark and lonely spaces, I miss your innocence.
When somberness wraps around, I miss your merriment.
If only responsibility could be replaced with uninhibited fun.
Maybe I wouldn’t miss you so much, the child that I once was.
The wrinkles and gray hairs multiply each day; Reflected in my image–I’m afraid they’re here to stay.
Sometimes I see you in passing, in glimpses of days long gone.
How I wish I had embraced you and enjoyed the childhood song.
I watch you in the shadows, longing to be free.
Come out from what is acceptable, and dance and play with me.