back in the mud

How I long to be
Back in the mud

Splashing around without a care in the world
Because I know not of worry 
Or think much of consequence
I live in the moment 
It's all that I know for sure
And even that: so tentative and fleeting

A fast ride to nowhere
A quick taste of everything
A splash and a grab

Getting dirty
Squealing
Running fast as you can
Falling over
Jumping, leaping
Dreaming of flying, longing to fly, to fly

Breathing quickly
Searching for the next high
Immersed in nature
Surrounded by fire

The passionate and the quick
The look of longing
Feed me more life
Let me taste the new day's adventure

I wanna, I wanna
Not knowing if it's a dream
Or what it could possibly all mean
And not really caring
Ha ha

The last laugh never comes
The giggling fits
The squeals of laughter
Jumping for joy
Over a funny animal
A festive occasion on it's way
A new friend, a new toy

Not stopping till you sleep
And sleep itself, instant, glorious, nourishing
Dreams sometimes
But makes no difference
If the sun is out
You are up and running

To the river, to the beach
To your friend's house
Everything is living
And fascination is constant
Immersion, involvement
Just to be, just to be

No schedules, no expectations

Show me the mud!
And I will play
in it

Again forever