I remember things,
My hopes and dreams.
No discourages.
No patronization.

My mother’s caring.
My father’s hugs.
Everything was sweet then.
Had no cares or worries.

Things have changed.
The world is different.
What I once dreamed
Are torn and tattered.

I don’t dream.
Nightmares plague me now.
Nothing is innocent.
Always a hidden plot.

Yearn for the past
If only we could
Turn back time.
To change things
That have gone wrong.
Allow ourselves
To dream again.

When we are young
Everything is happiness.
As we get older
We learn
There is no such thing.
You get nowhere
Without pain involved.

Story: this is just about how things change from when you are a child as you grow. Things arent the same at all no matter how you try to slow them down.

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