Once in a while a song plays,
Reminding me of the times,
When I was young, hopeful and naive,
When the world was a better place,
When the illusions were preserved,
When every person had a good side,
When every thought filtered through optimism.
The beats that resonate within,
Words that make me sing.
No, not of better times,
But certainly, when I looked forward to living,
Growing up so the problems could be solved;
Solved by my oh so mature mind.
Never counted on the cynicism that went along,
Breaking glasses of innocent delusions.
But then the song plays,
And nostalgia strikes.
Those desires appear within a hand's reach,
For a minute or two, atleast.
©Poem by Felicity
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