when the lightning striked with a thrill
being a child I skipped in Glee
wondering if those strokes were real
for me it was a fun thrill
the adults only sat and stared
'it's childish' they insisted

yet I went on
ran on and on
down the lane where theirs were done
blazed the bright sun
and watched it burn
escaped the torment of a cool morn
repell the embrace of a warm dawn
and took on the run
the run that to me was all fun

then came the god of age
who flipped over to a new page
and made me...