The Flying Boy

I can’t recall another time when I’d felt so alive The day when that feeling disappeared came out from nowhere. I always knew that it wouldn’t stay But I never knew that it would fade like a patch of old paint. Those days slipped through my hands Maybe someday, I’ll ask myself if I’ll ever see them again. And if I find that feeling again I’ll expect that it won’t last long. I can’t recall another time when I’d felt so alive it was easier to be happy when that feeling was still there. I’ll make a wish for another chance to feel young again Then I’ll keep it safe from disappearing.