It is not Gender-Specified Yet

Gender Bares, No Meaning to It

Can’t Pretend to be Shy

Or to be Brave Either Yet

Can’t Curse Out in the Dreams

Like My Husband Who’s Working Hard During the Daytime

Not Yet Driven by the Weird Temptations

Like that Woman Who Drove Drunk

Playful When, Playful

no longer are we, as, carefree, as this…

Not Wanting to be Awake, Then, You’d, Sleep

Unknowing of Grandpa’s Blood Pressures Rising Up

Nor How Grandma’s Experiencing Arthritic Pains

No Plans, Only Actions

Along that Straight Line, No Twists Nor Turns

Exposed Completely, in the Dangers of the Daytime

Making Those Living in the Nights, Jealous

And so, this, is how brave we were all once, as young children, but as we grow older, there are, more and more things that we’d, learned to fear, and that prevented us, from living our lives, in their, fullest, extents, if we can only keep our minds young like children, then, the world would be, a much better place to live in…