A Roadtrip In Mind

Ochenta y Ocho

There's No Going Back

I miss those days
When I could suddenly cry.
I would cry louder than ever
I could suddenly call for help-
For mama
And then, she would not respond
But come to me so fast.
Now, really right now,
I would just mourn on those days-
I'm craving for those days-
While trying to hold back my tears.
Guess, problem solving at this age
Is like discovering a new formula,
Looking for something unknown,
Finding something lost,
Missing something near, in here.
I dearly miss those days
When mama would do her best
To make it stop,
Not only my tears but my difficulties.
I treasure those moments of truth
That I was always on her side
As she was the same with me.

In spite of my past mistakes
I still consider my younger days to be precious.
Those times I took the forbidden fruit
Out of its tree and ate it,
Are times of regret I could not forget
Yet I embrace the light of the past
So I suppose that my younger days
Are sincerely precious.
It is because all was a part of me.

Mama, I do not want to feel it again.
I don't miss the feelings... bad feelings.
Please help me
Or can you make it disappear?
Just like before.
Do you remember those times
You taught yourself magic
Only for the sake of me?
Please, once again
Take my hand and
Let's take the white cloth out
Of the black hat together.
Just now, I need you- Mama-
To free the dove
Made to appear white and that was
Perhaps stained with color black.