Sitting on a swing
was the nearest way to fly.
Higher and higher you would go
Eyes closed while  hands holding the ropes tight
Almost touching the sky
Sitting in the car
Counting houses as you pass
Fantasizing what’s going on inside.
Lying on the grass watching
clouds from afar
Seeing all your heroes
come to life right there in the sky
Although you look at life quite different now
this inner child will never die.
Still looking at clouds in the sky!!



Shell ✨🐚