I remember a time when life was simple.
My imagination could run wild
without the fear of being snuffed out;
when I was beguiled
about life.

I commemorate the moments of freedom,
the seconds of innocence.
When I was not constricted to any doubt.
When there was justice
for petty mistakes.

I reminisce in the stages of childhood;
each one new and exciting.
When there was no set route,
and I was not abiding
by unknown rules.
That time, the moments, those stages
are gone.

Life is no longer simple.
I am no longer free, but a prisoner
Becoming less wild and more ‘domestic.’
Being shaped into a lie
by societies expectations.

I remember a time when life was simple
And I could be anyone I wanted.