I lived outside for hours

When I was just a girl

I’d run or bike or cartwheel

And dizzy myself with whirls

I played pretend each night

After singing until hushed

And only ever grownups

Seemed to do things stressed and rushed

As time moved ever forward

I slowly lost that ease

I rarely now will play outside

Or risk skinning my knees

The days of youth seemed endless

Almost fitting years inside

The golden days of yesteryear

What a bitchin’ ride