Wonderment of Childhood

Imagination a wonderment of my childhood.

Playing among the glades. Running through the long grass. Rolling down the hills. Laughing until there is no air left to breathe.

Oh the joys of being young. How happy I was in these moments shared with my kin.
Swinging in the trees, head held back, unbound to the world.

Riding the PW50 motorbike. Holding on tight. Swimming in the dam. Falling in the mud holes.
Oh how I miss the wonder of these days. Being able to forever play.

Chasing wild horses on the beach. Yes they were real. Bathing in the rock pool. Not a care to behold.

Oh I am sold take me back. How inspiring I was back then. That young boy still lives inside me. Trying to remind me. Coming up when safe to approach.

I now thirst for this part of me. I wish to connect once more. I cannot go on without you anymore.
Remind me of those better days. The happiness and laughter. I cannot wait to go back through my dreams, memories, and heartfelt connections of the past.

These flashbacks are strong. They will last forever long.

Oh how I miss these days being a youth. Singing to myself. Free to be me. Before shame existed. Before pride was needing to be lifted. Before I cared what others thought.

Oh how I long to be free. Reconnect to this part of me. The young boy who is careless, cheeky, and unrestrained.

Sensitive to the world in motion. Taking in all the beauty and nature of it all.

This is apart of who I am. This is me. This is who I yearn to be.

It is time for me to be who I am. To be free and flap my wings.

It is time to soar and become those dreams once had.