I want to play outside, just like when I was a little kid.
I want to play outside, exactly like we as children did!
I want to get dirty, covered with sand , dirt and mud.
Scratch my knee falling, no worries about a bit of blood.
I want to climb trees, fall out and climb again.
Too busy having fun to take notice of pain.
But I can't, I'm an adult. I got grown-up things to do.
Like work, bookkeeping and taxes, suits, ties and black shoe.
Why can't I go running, hopscotch or on the swings?
Why did I have to trade it for far more boring things?
I sigh and put my tie straight, go back to working instead.
But no-one can stop me play on the swings in my head.