Footloose and Fancy Free

Footloose as a child I played games dancing barefoot in the rain shoes were only restrictive pain; too soon I grew baring everything I was taught and knew life and friends were a parting few remembered true. Today I'm older wiser given to memories lost advisers with responsibility rising like a geyser; taking hold of life in face of reality's spite surpassing the journey's strife. In time I suppose I'll slip into more easy repose and breathe in all taken and chose; letting fancy free be the surviving part of me missed in youth drifting on the open sea. For the time being I'll love and laugh at all I'm seeing.