Spinning in circles,
'round and 'round
'till the nausea sets in,
and I fall to the ground.

Grasping for balance,
staring up at the sky
it feels like we're falling,
just the clouds and I.

Reach for a jump rope
and jump to the swings,
an escape from the real world,
my childhood brings.

Just pretend I'm a kid again,
as I fly down the slide
and the sleek silver metal
makes me come alive.

Hop down the hop scotch,
take the trike for a spin.
Play hide-n-go-seek
and cheat just to win.

Tell fantasy stories
and dream happy dreams,
of cotton candy bushes
and soda pop streams.

Don't worry about the future,
the election, or the war;
just think about your hockey game
and plan how you're gonna’ score.

Hold your imaginary trophy
up where all your friends can see,
trapped inside my childhood
is the new, all grown up, me.

Longing for my childhood
and the youth I left behind,
when I went into the real world
with no fantasies to find.

We become such different people,
when we get older and 'mature'
and we let our happy memories
disappear into a blur.

So I scream of joy, and jump, and play
on the left behind play ground,
forget my age, and my maturity

 
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