my kiddish days were spent in the middle of a holy city
yet my mind cannot let go of the idyllic life
I’ve lived of living freely—far away from everything
the life where doing nothing was the most authentic thing about me
the life where all i wanted to was scooter by the lakeside
after slipping blue raspberry ice cream under my tongue to fight off the
summer heat and summer sun
i was happy, thoughtless and free
happy, thoughtless and free
forever happy
thoughtless
and free