The Augusts of Summer

How I wish I could go back To when I didn't Have a care in the world. I wish for the days I spent running Barefoot in the grass Laughing in the summer And eating icy cold popsicles. I want to be free again, To not have to think To go and do as I please, Ride a bike As fast And as far as I can, Or swim In freezing cold waters, My cheeks turning purple, My lips tasting salty. I wish to sit on a hill With my childhood friends, And eat cherries by the bag And draw on the sidewalk With an ice cube. How I long to relive my memories, How I long to be young again A carefree kid, in the hot Augusts of summer.