Youth

When we were young we had the world at our feet. No fear could stop us and everything was sweet. We weren't aware of the good and the bad. Everything we knew was a fun to be had. We spoke what we want unaware we should filter. They'd tell us we can't but we were never bitter. Barefoot in the grass, running through the ocean. Sand in our ass as we go in a fluid motion. Wishing on dandelions with a hope in our hearts. But our wishes met silence like blank surface arts. Friends were easy to make, it was everyone we met. Nothing felt fake even these friends we'd forget.