Treehouse 1

There’s a tree in my backyard

Bulldozers took it down

I sat in it most days

When my parents would leave town

Inside my treehouse

I don’t have to grow up

My thoughts run wild

I’m forever a child

There’s a blanket in my room

It is tattered and torn

Patches to fix up

The places I wore

Inside my blanket

I don’t have to grow up

My thoughts run wild

I’m forever a child

Running through the grass

I remember it

Just like that

Dirt upon my feet

No one to please

When we grow up

Why do we

Have to leave the land of make believe?

I don’t know

I don’t know

There’s a photo on my shelf

It’s a picture of myself

Seated at the keys

The blanket on my knees

Inside this photograph

I don’t have to grow up

My thoughts run wild

I’m forever a child

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Child