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Passing trees and blurring scenery.
Young curious eyes that still glisten upon the sight.
Looking out and seeing land to be explored.
Dreams and futures waiting to be shaped and molded.
Older eyes seeing destruction and grey.
Once righteously built land that crumbled and fell.
Dreams that stayed dreams and resided in people's consciousness.
Two pairs of eyes that are separated by wisdom.
Ignorance is bliss.
Wisdom is forlorn
A light that blazes within the youth that has long since faded in the older.
One looks at the other in admiration and the other in vain.
Wishing to once again see the world in color, to be able to witness the joys of being naive.
Why so quick to grow up?
Why so eager to turn back time?
Two different views yet they wish to trade places.
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