Take me back to the days When we were artists With the clouds as the paint, With the sky as the canvas; Who sang their hearts out In front of the electric fan Which became the microphone and auto-tuner. Take me back to the days When we were adventurers Who ran outside after morning showers to Find the end of the rainbow Hoping to meet a fellow Who can grant our greatest wish That tomorrow would be sunnier than today; Who balanced between life and death Every grocery shopping with our mothers As we carefully tried to avoid the lines of the tiles which We believed was made up of deadly red lasers. Take me back to the days When we were heroes: Scientists who calculated the intensity of the rain In the race of raindrops that Roll down the car window In the pouring traffic jam. Ninjas who would wake up early to Catch the floating dusts that swim in the sun's rays When you open the curtains of the wide window. Generals of an army who built Mighty forts of cotton and feathers and Found safety beneath warm pillows and sheets On dark and windy nights. Take me back to the days When we were Engineers, Doctors, Politicians, Pilots, Astronauts, and Teachers Take me back to the days When we were *Who we wanted to be.