Plastic Playground

Sunlight through the curtains, dust dancing in the air Woke up with no plans, no single worldly care Plastic playground calling, scraped knees and messy hair The world was just a sandbox, no worries to be shared Now the rhythm's gone, the simple beat is lost A grown-up’s checklist, at what a heavy cost Wish I could go back to the days of reckless fun Chasing fireflies until the day was done…