Remember when we were young,
And played with "magic" sticks and could run and run?
When stones and grass were treasured riches,
And when life wasn't full of glitches?
Remember when the adventure was what we were to create,
And when we were so hard to agitate?
When fights started in haste,
Over the others so named poor taste?
Remember when we had imagination,
When the world was of our own creation?
When life was a game,
And there were monsters to tame?
Remember when color was such a simple thing,
Fun to splatter and spill over everything?
When art was a dollop or a splash of paint,
When creativity had no restraint?
Remember when worries weren't real,
When no one ever seemed to **** or steal?
When life was a fake,
An impostor, a feint?
Remember when living,
Wasn't so bad,
When freedom was real,
When happiness wasn't sad?
Remember when pretend was true,
When life wasn't living and when we had nothing to do?
When if the bad guys came to steal you away,
Your friend would always and up saving the day?
Remember when we were young,
And played with "magic" sticks and could run and run?
When stones and grass were treasured riches,
And when life wasn't full of glitches?
Not very good, I'm still editing this one.