Those were the golden days

before the world turned round

and I fell hurtling through space

losing the grace of my self.

I hated school but I survived

because I knew who I was.

All summer we were free, you and I.

We ran from the gates and out to the fields.

You always hung on to my hand.

I didn’t want to grow up, but we did

and then I left you behind.

I never found that freedom again.

I am tired of explaining myself.

My world for years has repeatedly fallen down.

I have never grown wings

but I can fake flying if you promise to close your eyes.