Growing Up

I used to rake the leaves only to fall
into a mountain of russet, auburn, and harvest gold

I used to spread my wings in the virgin snow
in hopes of one day becoming an angel.

I used to close my eyes skipping through fields of green
while standing in the desert.

I used to dance with the devil
thinking that one day he would choose good over evil.

I used to cry in my friend's arms
knowing his thoughts were pure.

I used to see a new beginning
in every spring bloom.

I used to believe I could have anything I wanted
as long as I wanted it enough.

I used to dream of growing up
only to find myself searching for the innocence of childhood.