Sweat soaked shirt
wet with prevalence
of our childish frolicking
even the leaves shiver with laughter
the wind tickles us so for our behavior

Though being chased,
is more fun than playing house
like we do now to cover the fact
we loathe time and our decisions
all the while hiding ourselves

Buying a cage and ring
that we observe with confusion
we realize that this is no circus
only a torture device
we have brought upon our person

As we dance and giggle
I wish for this sense of youth
compared to this tiny second
to stay forever,
not in mind, but in reality.