i remember a time when words didn’t matter, when crayon colors were our main concern when everything was solved with a hug

i remember a time when the drama was simply who liked who when we worried about writing a paragraph about what we did over the weekend when fidget toys solved problems

i remember a time when homework became daily when we started getting crushes for real when our minds became open to a cruel world

i don’t need to remember watching friends become mothers, on accident nonetheless when politicians became monsters when we became older and yet not a bit wiser

i dream of a time when money isn’t scarce when i have a solid life when work and school isn’t stressful

i dream of a time i will be proud of the me i know now when i don’t regret anything when death is a welcome friend and not a nearing enemy