I’m looking down into an empty creek bed
The wind through the trees sounds like water running
I visualize what it might look like in another month
Water will be flowing; there will be frogs and salamanders too
A little boy could find so much to do
Wet and dirty he would be, but for a little while
His life and mind are completely free
His curiosity and imagination running at high speed
The action of it all, innocent and so pure
Wish I had that time and energy to explore
But now all I do is remember how used to be
When I was young and had the time to be me
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