Innocent, free, and playful back then—
Sometimes I miss who I was
When I was a child and life was wild:
No bills, no job, no goals, and no cause.
In the forest outside of my home
I explored and made up tales,
And life was wild when I was a child
On five acres of bush with no trails.
I read every book I could access,
When I was a child and life was wild,
And everything was inspiration.