When I Was Little

I dreamed Big dreams

I dreamed of all the thing i could be

Of all the things i would do

Of all the places i would go

I dreamed of the freedom of being an adult

Able to choose my own path

Able to afford things on my own

Able to buy whatever i wanted

Able to do whatever i wanted

Whenever i wanted

Now i see the harsh realities of being an adult

Now I dream of the carefree days of my youth

When i had no job

That took up half of my day

When I didn’t have to pay my bills

Why do we never realize the happiness

We truly have when we have it

We are always looking forward to the future

Never to the present

Why is it so hard to enjoy the present

Why do i find it so much easier to dream of the future

Than to be present

When i was little I did

Not realize the true beauty of what i had

No responsibility

No bills

No money of my own

Now that I’m older i realize it and i miss it

I miss the ease with which i could make friends

The ease with which i could be happy

I miss when i was little and the time seemed to drag on by

But as i grew the time for by faster

And flys by faster now

Faster and faster every year flys by

When you’re little it seems so much easier to be present in the moment

As an adult you’re stuck wishing time would move slower

So you could be present