The Summer Dream

There’s something about the way The air is in summer Like its been pumped full of freedom That is pesticide for the limits we create We feel like anything is possible When the sun shines so often And we run free in those days in the sun And remember them fondly, each and every one Maybe it’s the way the waves crashed Or the way the sun set Or maybe it was just the person next to you that mattered Kicking his legs on the swing set And the words you spoke And the roads you walked The things you dared to do Like jumping off the dock You were crazy Freedom was like a drug And we were high on love And the sand we walked on Was pumped full of it But just like you wake up from a beautiful dream Summer must end and you wonder if it was all real If you really did those things And if the things you felt were even possible to feel.