Under the looking glass

Nothing seems more peaceful to me than lying in a field somewhere just feeling that sweet breeze come across my skin as i reminisce on the days when i was young, when my life and mind was full with such fun and simplicity, It never hit me that i would actually grow up. I never had thought of it, My days used to consist of climbing trees and pretending i was a spy, not having a care in the world. Why did time have to take me with it? Now a days i feel as if though i am under the looking glass, i just want to escape! I wish i could just jump into a bubble and it take me away to beautiful places. All I want is to be free. Free of Parents. Free of society. Free of people. I want to play amongst the fireflies at night, I want to sing with the birds as they sing their lovely tunes, I want to pick flowers, I want to paint whenever i feel, I want to live for God without there being any conflict about it. For some people to not be so cold hearted. I wish i could fix these things, But truth be told, the only time when everything will be swell and dandy is after death, When the sweet soul will be in Heaven with all the other sweet souls dancing and laughing with God. Until then, I try to patiently await for that day striving to do good and be a good person on this earth, sharing what love i have to offer with everyone and anyone, Even those who don't wish to accept it.