It seems those days are gone,
When smiles sprouted on my face
Like the wildflowers in the park. No
Matter how many times you picked them
From the ground, the next day it’d appear again.
Laughs were as frequent as the wind changing it’s
Direction. I would have been able to laugh at anything
And nothing. I just liked to laugh. But now, something
Happened along the way and I don’t know what. I lost
A bit or maybe a chunk of myself along the road but I don’t
Know where it dropped off, so I can’t go back and retrace my steps.
It just seems that those days are gone.
