feeling nostalgic
for the good old times
getting comfortable with this sadness
somewhere along the line
the mind hurts
the heart aches
the promises lay broken
all being part of the
battles we've chosen
these sufferings and battles
fought by everyone each day
without knowing
if they'll even get to surf
the next wave
these battles however
leave scars behind
the ones that make us
nostalgic
of the lost time
these scars are not
storytellers of ruin
but of what
lays deep within
and what lays deep within
is not ugly or broken
it's more or less
like a token
a token of something
beautiful, wild, crazy and free
it's a token of
what we've become
and all that
we've yet to be