Ending to the day,
with a hot and calming shower,
I look to rest my soul in the evening hour.
I'm brushing through my hair amid the vanity,
and I am taken back to seeing what is possibly a nine-year old identity.
Of course I smile, and become nostalgic of the time where cares and worries were not apparent, just a child, loving life.
And back to reality I went, just as quickly as it came,
longing to be her once again,
but time waits for no one.