I Miss Myself

I miss myself, the way I was
How I just didn't care
I was happy, mostly, just because
I was able to stare
Upon the stars, late at night
It was what I did
Near or far, delayed the fright
Of the fact I'm not a kid

But now I can't, stomp the streets
Of my old neighborhood
I miss my town, and aching feet
It always felt so good
To take a drag, then exhale the pain
Is what I want to do
Sit in a tree, just let myself be
Swaying along too

I miss the summer, even the spring
And the warmth of it all
I miss listening to nature sing
Even during the fall
The times of work, but simple being
Are what I didn't want to end
I don't like plans, or future seeing
I just want to be me again