Perhaps another day I can be younger,
Ride on my bike,
Ride down the slide,
Be anything I want to be.

You smile at me,
I smile back,
Both of us not knowing,
That this would not last.

Now I stay in my room,
Locked in the place I call home,
Wondering,
Perhaps another day I can be younger.

My mind wanders
To mysterious things.
My eyes snap back,
To my reality.

My bike rusty,
The slide has no life,
I close my eyes,
And see you smiling back at me.