Child

Doing and dreaming are far from the same
but living in dreams is what keeps me sane.
I’ve got all my friends its not much but its home,
they try keep from going to the places I go.
Sometimes I get drunk just to lie on the floor
and through my head comes no thoughts at all.
I guess thats because I think all day and
when it comes to being drunk well my thoughts are delayed.
I remember as a kid swinging meant flying and going higher was better then staying on the ground drowning
The creeks felt like oceans and the trees were my homes
but when my feet hit the ground I still felt alone.
when the fun drained away I was tucked into bed
and again thoughts would float all around in my head.
id ask them to stop but they just said that they wont
and those silly thoughts continued to float.
now that I’m older I still think about the days,
when fun meant fire and playing in hay
When life was a cow giving birth to a calf,
and I’d sit and watch the wholes that were once only halves.
and still to this day I watch life go by,
wanting to get out and dreaming to fly.
But those swings are still as high as I will ever go,
and the trees that I climbed still feel like my home.