When was the last time?

When was the last time?

That you threw yourself on the grass, and saw time pass by.
That you Took a moment to smell the scent from a tree
That you Stopped to listen to the murmurs of an early morning,
And Gave a deep breath, and filled your lungs with air

How much does it cost?

To buy the last rays of the sun setting on the horizon
The shades of blue, orange and purple in the sky
To touch the soft petals of a flower
The smell of warm soup in a cool evening

Why did we stop?

Spinning around in circles, looking up high in the sky
Running down a hill with the anticipation of simply falling.
Having dreams of incredulous yet fantastic possibilities,
Believing we could, even against all odds.

The last time we took the moment to understand
That we are no longer children, that we have changed

That our natural instincts, lay inside, mostly dead
That’s how our innocence deserves a requiem.

The last time we checked, we had grown up.
Why is life so real, so solid, so wrong.

Waste is now a verb that we avoid,
As we try to earn a solid, cold, shared goal.

When was the last time?

You told yourself a story to go to bed,
You heard the sound of the soul in your head.

How much does it cost?

To gain all those dreams again
To talk to God and feel my prays

Why did we stop?

To just let go with joy,
To be ourselves.

SDIH (5/27/2008)