Everyone is always wishing
To go back
To a simpler time
Without worries and stress
And hormones
And the fluctuation in the real world
And problems
And chaos
And everything
It would be so great
To relive that feeling of being carefree
Because it seems always
Now and forever more
We'll always have problems
Tingling the back of our mind
No matter how desperately
We try
To rid ourselves of them
I want to go back to the music and the smells
The smell of my old house
The music from a game
I used to play
I used to play it so much
It was a creative game
With so much to share and explore
And so much music
Music I hear
Music I hear and I am brought back
Back to the days
That weren't filled with sleepless nights
And constant fights
And fading lights
And always ifs and mights
And turns, lefts and rights
And so much wrong
It was so good
To be so young and passionate
Passionate about living
But the passion has faded
Faded so rapidly
And I'm clinging on tight
But help me god
I'm letting go
And it's a long way down.
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The Sun Alone (3)
Poetry"So much to say, so few words that let me say it" ... Poetry for dark days. Sometimes it's necessary to wallow in your sorrows and in the deep dark shades of black. But the colours change. And you'll soon see the bigger picture, the fine details an...
