Like strawberry wine and seventeen. The hot July moon saw everything. My first taste of love...

Who is it I was?
Who is it I am?
Who is it that I will be?
These thoughts;
No these worries
Flashing throughout my mind
What I want
And what I should
In the moment
Have become two different things
Are my desires outlandish
Or am I constrained
The waves
The salty air
The warmth
Caress my dreams