Memories of green fields once seen, with childish glee
played with such joy and wonder - oh so carefree
before the storm of adulthood took hold
where the winds of doubt would leave me cold
the lightning blasts of anxiety
the rumble of depression, that these adult eyes gave into silently
the rains of self hate that poured out of me
Memories of green leaves high in the trees
playing joyously - we climbed for hours no sense of unease
no fear - we could touch the sky from up here
we could see places to explore, we were sightseers
adventurers in a world of wonder, so much to uncover
we thought those days would live forever like stories in a hardcover
before the anguish of age took the joy and turned it to rage
when it tore through the unwritten pages
Memories of green - a world of so much mystery - so many questions
and it felt like we had forever, to join the dots; make the connections
in those fields we spoke of all that we could be, all the things that made us feel
all the dreams and hopes - we could touch them, they were real
before the world flipped and time started to slip
like a video tape played on fast forward, and we were adults before we knew it
with all new fears, not monsters lurking under beds or creatures undead
we had bills to pay, mouths to feed, all new monsters to dread
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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