Back then when I had alot of things,Maybe.
Now I don't have a lot of things
And it feels meaningless.

I don't know if they will come again
I hope they don't, but looking back it was okay.
Now there's just too many things
But not that many like back then.

Now they are bigger
But now I feel liberated somehow
Compared to how it was back then.
Somewhere in my head,
I hope they don't come back

All that would be selfish seeming as to
How it was back then and the proximity between us. But now I am free, not for long.
But I will be free again, all thanks to when it was back then.

And soon the now will turn into back then
And I will be liberated for eternity at least.
And maybe I like being meaningless.