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


None of this airy fairy nonsense.

Things must be done, responsibilities kept.

no I don’t want to go


We will meet again dear friend

I promise