Soaking in the warm tub of memories,
the movie clips.
The ones that impress true emotion:
Valleys of lush wisdom,
Mountains of hazed cartoons,
Not the TV, there was no TV.
Us, me, we were exploring the tall grass,
Meandering streams, inspecting bright stones and lingering bugs.
Air warmed by the sun filling lungs bringing fresh outlooks,
Hooked on outbursts of surrounding beings,
Freeing, inwardly receiving my life unit.
Output depending on my clockwork,
Do I know what time it is?
I think I do, but I don’t want to worry about that anymore.