Remember We Used To Chase Butterflies
It's hard to be free
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Remember the fields and the destitute lands
Where we’d run free and scrape our knees
The mountainous ranges beyond the outlines
Were nothing but a pedal or two away
The petals from flowers would float in the air
And lower themselves onto excited young minds
Remember the girls that we’d chase after class
And the eggs that we’d break upon houses
The screaming and laughter and ecstasy
Of being once young and ignorant
We ignored how serious this life must be lived
We knew not how freedom is dangerous
We learnt that we musn’t dream too big
Or we’ll fall with the bums in the laneways
Remember when birds would swoop us
We’d throw rocks and then jump into bushes
Remember the cricket bats we’d use
To break apples on the road, for the birds to eat
Remember now life is restrictive
We must hold ourselves tight and responsible
Or we shall fall in the slums and the gutters
We don’t want to fall in the slums or the gutters
Remember we used to chase butterflies
Now we just buy our own vegetables.
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Comments (1)
Ah, good ol' days. Although, that last line made me giggle. Lovely writing!