in fields of yonder, bright & green.
I used to climb tall trees,
wonder at the possibilities,
that lay below like an open sea.
I used to stand on my bike,
engulfed by winds of speed & exhilaration,
Tumble down soft hills,
Face down in the mud, no reservations.
Bumps and bruises, scratches and wounds,
Non of those barred, not a reason to cocoon;
My hopes, my aspirations,
My desires, my fixations.
I used to dream big,
Because I wasn't afraid of falling.
Where is the me, I used to be?
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