When we were younger
The memories made
Were all crystal clear,
Now there covered in haze;
And I want them back.

When we were younger
The queens we portrayed
Were made of such stature
They were covered in praise.
And I want them back.

When we were younger
The trees we did climb
Were like solid fortresses
Carried threw time.
They stood taller then mountains,
Covered in vines,
Carved with initials,
Yours and mine.
And I want it back.

When we were younger
The tales we did weave
Of monsters and hero’s;
Of the whispering breeze.
The world told us its secrets,
Of its passage through time.
Of the world we will create,
With the help of a rhyme.
And I want it back.
-ALC Decemer 11, 2016