Grown

Your eyes take in the colour. The dream.
The soft blue sky and clouds of cream
Your fingers play the still clear air
Magic.
Dust.

You crane your neck, shut your eyes
Force your self into the skies
Anything to erase
this overrated grown-up phase

So tired of bills, of work, of stress
Who knew age would cause such mess
No.
Don't lose focus.

Go back to the dream
Ignore that frustrated inner scream
But time is up, the break is done
You've had your 15 minutes of fun

Now lower your head and open your eyes
Let out that loonnggg exassperated sighhh
Then turn around, go back indoors
Don't dare gaze back over the moors

Of twenty five odd years ago
Of times of fun in sun and snow
Where lies the childhood of your soul
Whose cause of death you well know
Was when you walked into that bar
Wearing that damn wonderbra