Carefree
I spend my days chasing leaves
the days have past and what is left leaves
me waiting
I can’t move forward for the time I spend
is spent chasing the trees and their life left spent
The past is alive in its limbs and branches
I climb them all waiting for unsaid answers
I look back and the best times meant
being alive in the limbs of those most bent
I climbed and fell, leaving scars never healed
and what I felt was only later revealed
Temporal streams leading to aged dreams
leave me wishing I could travel backward in time
The trees which bore the weight
and the limbs from which hung my frame
Take me back to the spirit I once was
Carefree.
