I want to go back to the days where not everything mattered, and a scrape on the knee was healed with a motherly touch.
I want to go back to the days where I ran around the neighborhood shoeless, colored outside of the lines, made sand castles.
I want things to be easier and to be more naive, and young at heart.
Yet, I feel I'm getting old because now I worry about money, and white hairs that are starting to show.
Why is it that we want so much more, when really we don't need everything?
Why are people so greedy in love, and in life?
When really, what it all boils down to, is that we need to hold onto ourselves, keep a grip on life, and to look toward better days.
Yeah, it's easier said than done, but it's true.
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