Being a Kid Again

Take me back to where laughs were genuine.
When we weren’t so sensitive to the “jokes” we make.
Where the “jokes” weren’t so insensitive.
Can I go back?

Can I go back to the age of five, maybe six?
When playing with my doll house was fun.
Where people didn’t play house but resorted to commitment.
Take me back.

I just want to go back to falling asleep on the couch.
Not worrying about who’s gonna carry me to bed.
I would be tucked in by morning.
Can I go back?

Just worry free about the weight of society.
No time to budget for our responsibilities.
We have to go bike riding instead.
Let’s do that.
I need to be a kid again.

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