Remember before the Days of darkness Rise, there used To be brighter times?
The days of Skinned knees and Dancing in the Autumn leaves Haunt my teenage Dreams.
Back to when Sesame Street played Endlessly on the Family T.V. and If Daddy watched it One more time, He'd **** near Scream.
When Mama had Her Canon in my face And I'd hide in The tiny spaces; Appreciating the simpleness Of my childhood Resting place.
Before reality set In and rattled My toddler brain; Before the world Would turn Cold and "how Big the sky was" would Just become Another midnight Thought.
How could I refrain From such beautiful Memories when They're still Haunting my Teenage dreams?
A sentimental piece because it's just a beautiful day in Michigan and it reminded me of the clear skies of childhood (oh, what a cheesy line, I know!)