For the Formerly Brave

The wonder of the summer child
Chasing unbridled joys of months marked by freedom
Caressing pavement with tar hardened toes
Frightened by thunder not future
By consequences of youthful mischief
It’s hard to remember that time when the scope of life didn’t exist
When we floated in the ocean without ever pondering the implications of its depths
I wish to be wild again,
Unabashedly curious
Freshly scarred from foolish endeavors
Teeming with the bliss I’ll never buy


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