Bare feet on hot tarmac
Daisy chains on wet grass
Whole worlds created in our heads
When weeks felt like years
And running felt like flying
We had our whole lives ahead of us.

I'm romanticising I know

I couldn't make daisy chains
And I looked weird when I ran
But now I struggle to create anything
And years feel like weeks

Now we're in the middle
Getting on with the rest of our lives
And the business of growing old 
But sometimes I'd give anything
Just to be kids again

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