My friends all want to fast forward.
They want their ID and they want to go dancing and forget their nights.
As I am watching them talk about growing up.
I want to rewind to before we cared about what others thought.
Before our opinions were created by looks.
Before we heard of devastation and of the bad people.
Some days, I’d like to rewind to the innocence of the past
to the popping of the bubbles that passed.
Some days, I think of going back to our childhood and innocence before our hearts were broken,
our brains were rearranged,
and before the judgements.
To the days of only caring about whether or not you were being forced to eat greens
or being able to stay up late.
It feels as though we went forward so quickly
Just wanting to grow up that we missed the amazing parts of our lives.
We missed those bubbles that needed to be popped,
those children books that needed to be read,
and the boys that were only ever meant to be just friends.
But we never did those things because we never understood why Peter Pan didn’t want to grow up.
We wanted to be treated like adults, even though we had no idea what that truly entailed.
Soon we will be going through taxes, paying for bills,
and most of us will be working at a job that we despise.
We will complain that we don’t get enough sleep and that we want to go back to before.
Before our innocence was lost, our hearts were broken, and before our brains were rearranged.
But before we lose our chance, I want to go pop one last bubble.
I want to read one more children’s book.
I want to run blindly into the sun and I want to be a child again.
Before there was devastation, before the bad people.
Before our eyes were uncovered by the metaphorical hands of innocence.
Some days I want to rewind, even when I am watching my friends go fast forward.