We used to sing about sunshine

On a cloudy day.

Our one and only sunshine,

Pleaded for it to stay.

Now we speak of raindrops

Washing makeup away

Falling from our sleepy eyes,

Hoping the pain will go away.

We used to listen to the wind

Whistling and howling along.  

We chased the leaves being blown away

Until all our breath was gone.

Now we sit in silence

And leave speaking to those who have time.

We move quicker than wind can blow

As long as we stay between the double yellow lines.

We used to be warm and vibrant

Now we are cold and reserved.

We measure our emotions like a recipe

Hoping our delicate schedules will be preserved.

We used to be so many things

So many paths for us to take.

What happened to the simple way?

Growing up was my first mistake.