Daydream
Like an old pair of jeans
I am worn and comfortable
I am full of mistakes
Tall tales
Grass stains
Dreams
And time
Like a dust covered book
I am imagined again
I am dark on my edges
Folded
Crinkled
Read
And torn
Like the sound of song
I am eternally young
I am one of those days
Happy
Crazy
Sad
And love
