Matt Was Here

We sit wide eyed

When we are young

Soaking up

Both rain and sun

With each passing year

We start to squint

And every morn

More fear sets in

The years grow long

And we forget

That sometimes

We just need a breath

So find that boy

And find that girl

And stare in awe

At this wide world

Learn all there is

Close not, thine eyes

Meet good friends

And you’ll grow wise