Looking back
I fell in love with my past self
what a dreamer he was
no lead in his head
sleeping in a bed of roses
Vivid dreams and a light
that beamed from his heart
a soulful child that had
the wisdom of an old man
or at least he thought it so
Sowing seeds of longing and sorrow
melodramatic and childish was he
No head to have anything screwed on
it was up there in the clouds
out with the shining stars
ones feet should be on the ground
firm
None of this airy fairy nonsense.
Things must be done, responsibilities kept.
no I don’t want to go
please.
We will meet again dear friend
I promise