When we were young,
We would watch the sun set,
The stars shine,
And the grasshopper's sing in rhyme.

Nothing moves the same
After we played those games;
All is soft as silk,
Sweet as milky innocence,
Saluting the king and our former selves.

Crossing over
Twenty-five to twenty-six,
Makes me think of the days
When I didn't have to pick.

We were new to each other,
Our hands weren't so chapped.
Our strings were never tight,
And we never dreamed that it'd snap.

We watched that slick water moon shaped in a crescent swoon,
As it hung outside our window crooked, white, and bent.
When I couldn't sing, I stared at you all night,
Thinking that nothing is ever all alright

The money we had,
We spent.
All we needed to do
Is make sure we had the rent.

Saving and debts owed
Was a theoretical weight
Too far away to feel and
Too boring to think about.

Take my nickels
And take my dimes
But don't you dare say
You're gonna' take any
Of my God given time.

And though I cannot recreate the past entirely,
Does not mean I can't think upon it solemnly.
What we had once we knew we could not keep,
But that gave us no anger or reason
To cling on to our old selves and weep.

They say a dream is not reality.
They say that hope is just a fanciful philosophy.
In these stepping stones that do not seem noteworthy,
Remember:

The darkest morn,
The lightest night,
Always breaks free

After

A good fight.