• Can you remember what it's like to fly?
    Do you remember being a child?
    When you hunted every monster nearby?
    The days before your mind was defiled?

    Once you had the freedom to be wild,
    To play make believe, and get lost in trees,
    Without a fear of being reviled,
    Your only worry was getting scraped knees.

    Or getting trapped in the ring of fairies,
    Forced to dance 'til your to tired to move,
    Then your free to chase your other whimsies,
    Like finding a tree house you can improve.

    All of these things grown ups try to disprove,
    But your memories they cannot remove.