When all that seemed to be me was all that really mattered,
the taste of chocolate was different
As if it was the last day on earth and still its first
as if time had nothing to do with growing.
The icecream would get your whole mouth dirty
and you wouldn't care
you had your mama and your papa
to tell you had to clean it
before you'd get all wet
and then they would release you
and let you play
like you do with your puppy
in a safe place for it to run away.
when your fingers were a little bit longer than your toes
when all you cared for was how far you could go
when all you thought was
how crazy it was
to throw a ball against your father's backs,
when, do you remember,
all that it was wasn't you was who you were, you know?
do you remember asking yourself anything?
for maybe some time,
patience,
forgiveness,
blessing,
caring,
or even for... asking?
It wasn't you back then, it wasn't even a thing that could once be so it would eventually become was, you know?
it's like a movie inside a big one
a small role that you couldn't find the best actor to fold
a small door that you could not take a pick in a hole
just another sad story
that you'd rather see happening all over again
so you could fix the tiny things you have to mend.
