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House to myself on a Sunday morning
Watching the sun pour in through every
Window
Climb to the roof, and I lay face up
Watching the clouds crawl by, as I close my
Eyes
It takes me back to a different time
Miss those younger days, when the world
Was mine
As I close my eyes…
And I’m home…
Homesick
The endless days I spent in the backwoods
Finding out about the world
Leaves crunch under my feet
That humid air would go right through my
Bones
Taking in as much as I could
Taking everything for granted
I once believed that a boy could fly
He could graze across the treetops
Over fifty feet high
He’d find a way to feel like he belonged
Feel like he could take a punch
Feel like he was strong
I’m finished with trying to get back
What I’ll never have again
The years I spent mourning the past
And missing the moment