Ah, the joyful kicks of youth
That wild and passionate flair
Captured in memories, every second
Free of burdens to bear
The light-headedness of nights
From the view of a child’s eye
The taste and smell of freedom
Cries across the midnight sky
It’s hard to contemplate
The complete waste of time I spend chasing the dollar
I’m so busy doing
Now I’ve no idea where I’m going
Yesterday I had to wait somewhere for a while
And I noticed a tree
A tree I knew was there
But just never saw it before
It was weird and twisted
And I realised sometimes you have to stand still
Just to see what is there
To take stock, real stock
Life is short and precious, I wish I wasn’t wasting most of it
I realised today just how precious you are
I knew it before, but today I felt it so deeply
It touched me in a space I never knew existed
Thank you for bringing this out of me
A poem is born
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