Whimsical, light-hearted thoughts of a child
the wind is blowing
and the swing is slowly swinging side to side,
but i hate swings.
and my mom won’t let me eat ice-cream
(apparently, it’s unhealthy)
so i decided i wasn’t going to speak to her today
but then i got a cut on my knee
and then i had to speak to her.
who cares about healthy? who cares about school?
i want to stay at home and lay in my bed
but i have too much energy, so i’ll play with my friends.
my parents don’t let me talk to the giants,
apparently they are called “adults”.
they don’t scare me because i am not a princess.
i am a brave knight.
mummy needs to tuck me into bed,
and the night is slowly falling on us,
and i want to stay awake,
but my eyes are closing.