The good old days,
Where there was no school,
No work,
No worry.

The days where all we did,
Was play,
Have fun,
And live in the moment.

But now,
Now life feels cramped,
Full.

Now we're living in the future,
In the past,
Never in the present,
Never enjoying the moment.

Now we don't have enough time,
Never enough,
No time for anyone,
Or anything.

Just work,
Work,
Work,
And more work.

I want to go back,
To the good old days,
Where there wasn't,
A care in the world.