Childhood Puddles

It's raining outside
And i trapped in these four walls
Jumping in puddles seems to calm the soul.
The grass turns to streams
The sky is heavy
I miss those days when everything was simple.
Pretending you were a explore
In a vast jungle as big the sea
Being for hours in your creativity.
That was when things were simple
The best friend with a 64 box of crayons
The gooey secrets
The silly fights
All seem to drift away
64 box of crayons turns to drugs
The gooey secrets are scary
The silly fights now end your friendship
Why can't things be simple
I pull on my boots
Slip on raincoat
Head out in the rain
Get lost in all the childhood puddles