I cannot remember how it feels,
to push hard pedals,
break fast from the training wheels.
To play in mud, chalk, and piles of sand,
attempting to conquer and rule imaginary land.

I forgot what the magic felt like,
between two people,
whom cherish one another with gentle caress,
subtle kiss on immaculate eye.

Where have I been the past 18 years?
What's wrong with feeling wrong this way?