My childhood remains my sole safe haven
Where my set of good memories remain hidden
It's where I'm strong in all my actions
And when I believed in Godly-sanctions
My howler was my desire to know
And with knowledge I began to grow
I left my childhood in search of more
That's the regret I forever bore
My religion was smudged with erring gaps
Things unfolded in bombshell drops
Darker got the hole but I kept on digging
My desires where morbid, still I kept obsessing
Confusion over-took and it reigned supreme
I had failed to find my cre'me de la cre'me
But in all my jumbles of falsehood
All good things trace to my childhood.
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Focus on the good old days
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