Wondering Where It All Went

Sometimes I wonder back To the school books in a stack When I worried about education And proper articulation What an easy life I had then Yet look how long ago it's been Since I played in the sand And still held my mom's hand I feel myself pulling away And beginning to go astray I've become my own person Or maybe it's a created diversion I'm boggled in the mind again How long has it been Since I sat on a swing set? I used to be happy with what I would get I'm unsatisfied with myself I truelly can't stand myself I want to be content with me But I can no longer see the way I used to see My child-like eyes have turned grey And I've forgotten how to play Eighteen and a heart of clay Which is molded more everyday I am always changing faces And taken to stranger places Where did my playhouse go? What is it that I am suppose to know? An adult's world;yet I am not I can't make anything out of what I've got Sometimes I wonder back To the school books in a stack And wonder where it all went. 2-11-00