Freedom

by Cameron MacIsaac

Some days I wish I could just stop what I’m doing and go back,

Back to the mornings where we would sit at the edge of the lake,
watching the boats pass by 
and the waves hit the shore, 
not caring what anybody thought.

Back to the days where we would play outside as the rain poured,
with the wet grass stuck between our toes 
and our knees all dirty from the ground,
not caring what anybody thought.

Back to the nights where we would lay under the stars till midnight,
listening to the wolves howl
and getting scared when we heard a sound in the lake,
not caring what anybody thought.

Living at this very time as free as we can be.