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I remember as a kid I'd lay on my back, And reflect on the past in a field of green grass. Watch the cloud formations steadily pass by, Until the moon and stars illuminated the night's sky. I loved going to gated communities. The grass there was so beautiful. I'd lay for hours under the sun. Because the feeling of that grass was bed-like to me. My favorite place to lay was under a tree, Watching the branches dance in the breeze. At the time, it was as if they talked to me, "A reminder Keenan, like our branches, be free." So whenever I felt life moved fast, And I needed reflection on the past. I took the time out of my day To lay in a field of green grass.
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Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
Green Grass
I remember as a kid I'd lay on my back, And reflect on the past in a field of green grass. Watch the cloud formations steadily pass by, Until the moon and stars illuminated the night's sky. I loved going to gated communities. The grass there was so beautiful. I'd lay for hours under the sun. Because the feeling of that grass was bed-like to me. My favorite place to lay was under a tree, Watching the branches dance in the breeze. At the time, it was as if they talked to me, "A reminder Keenan, like our branches, be free." So whenever I felt life moved fast, And I needed reflection on the past. I took the time out of my day To lay in a field of green grass.
Since I'm only 15, saying back when I was a kid refers to when I was 10-12 years old
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Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
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