When I was 16 I was happy. Dancing around, having fun in the summer. Imagining the future to be something sweet. My dreams were vast. My hopes were taller than cliffs. I was having fun.
When I was 21 I was lonely. Wasting around, sleeping through the summer. Remembering the past as being something sweet. My dreams were undecided. My hopes were scattered all around. I was tired of crying.