I've got this feeling
the feeling of something blazing
rushing and excitful
my childhood seems to end
gone is the high piled dirt,
the clean face and folded hands.
The small no worry life
into freedom driven with
foot, mind and skill.
Only to find myself...
with folded hands
with a clean face
with high piled dirt...
I wrote this when I got my license because I felt so old and I had so much freedom. But, with freedom comes responsibility. Somtimes I didnt' know how to react to what was coming my way. Eventually I realized that overcoming problems we face are easier when we remember the simple things in life like we did when we were children...
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