I think I'm in love with the coppery rays that fall from the sunset.
I think that I'd rather lay on the concrete and paint it with my words.
I think I want that feeling you get when you chase the wind.
I think that I'd choose to run barefoot through the grass and cut the bottoms of my feet.
I think I'm waiting to light the sparklers and decorate the night air.
I think I'm looking for the lightning bugs, waiting to catch them.
I'll be hiding in the sunshine, under my cyan skies.
You will find me in the summertime, forever I'll be frozen in time.