regressing to my childhood fancies,
the sky a dark moody purple,
glowing yellow moon,
shedding light on the ground.
green grass wet with impending dew,
cold under my dirt tinted feet,
fresh from playing in the playground dirt.
swinging as high as i can,
looking towards the star-speckled sky,
giving off an aura of hope and peace.
running as fast as i can,
trying to outrun the friends,
who only i know and see.
playing make believe,
i could be a ninja or a hunter,
i could be an undercover cop,
i could be a superhero,
but just tonight,
when i am still a child.
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