As a bird

There was a cold breeze tonight
I know that things are getting better but I
Can't help but think of how things used to be
Running into sunsets and climbing up trees
In a way, nothing has changed
But I won't kid myself that a lot of things have
I've been stuck in the middle for a while now
Weighing the good and bad
But I still climb trees
And I still sing
About the world I continue to dream
And I still believe
In magic and things
That we can't explain because they're too far
It's surreal this year
I don't know what to think
The paradox was running free
The day Wendy Darling turned eighteen