
The familiar path, mentally walked as much as my feet these days Eyes searching for ways to make my day dream complete I dance over a stick in my path the way I would my grandpa's cane when he'd test to see if I was paying attention Occasionally I was, as now I pass the luggage repair that somehow had popcorn The mismatch missed as much as the company; To enjoy popcorn, walking and eating I can almost see the old trolly car Like a toy made life sized, just for us My sister and I laughing, promising to run to the back and wave Eat our ice cream, smiling and waving to the town As if the sunshine radiating around us had been consumed And like the sugar, needed a way out It had One stop away from running home to ride bikes the rest of the afternoon No hands, to feel the free freedom and dare life to take it Because we are young, because we can Time goes by in a blink Closing my eyes brings it closer before it leaves me by seeing
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