You are happy.
A smile runs wild across your face.
Eyes bright as can be.
Glowing with the joy of your life.
Not a care in the world.
You are free.
Free to do whatever you wish.
Your imagination is the only thing confining you.
You don’t feel confined do you?
No, for this split second you are happy.
You can take the world head on.
Nobody tells you what to do.
You don’t care about anything besides making the most of every single day.
Looking back makes you think what happened to that child?
Why isn’t he this happy all the time?
The still frame in your mind.
Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 8:03 AM UTC
You are happy.
A smile runs wild across your face.
Eyes bright as can be.
Glowing with the joy of your life.
Not a care in the world.
You are free.
Free to do whatever you wish.
Your imagination is the only thing confining you.
You don’t feel confined do you?
No, for this split second you are happy.
You can take the world head on.
Nobody tells you what to do.
You don’t care about anything besides making the most of every single day.
Looking back makes you think what happened to that child?
Why isn’t he this happy all the time?
The still frame in your mind.
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