When I tell you
I miss the past
I don't mean my youth
In which running
Across fields and roads
Was as enlightening
As reading a book on magic
I'm telling you
Crying out to you
Trying to explain to you
That I miss the past
Where I felt like my mind
Was it's own special haven
Of magical escapades
Where I didn't feel so-
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
When I tell you
I miss the past
I don't mean my youth
In which running
Across fields and roads
Was as enlightening
As reading a book on magic
I'm telling you
Crying out to you
Trying to explain to you
That I miss the past
Where I felt like my mind
Was it's own special haven
Of magical escapades
Where I didn't feel so-
