Forgetting

Perched way up high on gold green mountain top. The way I feel wish it'd never stop. The bright orange fire crackles. Just like a rooster when he cackles. Flapping high on eagle wings my mind begins to drift. Fluttering to good Ol’ days, until memories all shift. Then I remember being told grow up, work hard. And my fireside memory hit a heavy wall to scarred. Flashing through torrential wars. And all the nations horrors. My fluttering wing now break and I fall. Damn that cursed, scarred, broken wall. Of adulthood trouble and chaos. I want to go back to my crayons.