back-to-front is the best way to live.

Two times two doesn’t always equal four,
And no matter how many times we’re hurt,
We always go back for more.
We make goals and to-do lists, always saying ‘I will’,
But when push comes to shove and the going gets tough,
Procrastination and promises of tomorrow prevail.
I snuck up behind you, you screamed and I laughed.
Why should we act our age when we’re growing up so fast?
Maturity can’t catch us; we can run and hide,
Because in our world time stands still, and we’re unaffected by the outside.
I have vague memories of stumbling, weighted down by speeding time,
But you built a bridge back to innocence,
Taught me wisdom of a different kind,
And slowly I discovered a silenced child, somewhere deep inside.
While our rainbows will someday fade,
And our golden sunlight yield to dusk,
When I cross back over that bridge into the world of ‘must’,
I’ll always carry a ball-of-string memories, wound tightly to my heart,
And maybe that warm promise of joy, will give me my courage,
And my start.