"Every now and again, it feels as if life begins to end"
But on the rare occasion where, lost in memory again,
I think of being young and finding comfort in the rain,
And growing up so quickly, that nothing is the same.
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A gentle flash in mind back to those summer days,
To the sweet taste of tea, to the Mississippi waves,
I remember a hollow road betwixt Magnolia trees in bloom,
The oily green leaves, and cloudy white bulbs do my mind consume,
Walking up to school with childlike innocence in tow,
Once happy with everything, a feeling since then stowed,
I seem to recall my first best friend,
He was thirteen, I was but nine then,
I had found my first wisdomless idol,
And sorrowed life had yet to trifle,
With anything yet passed to me,
With roots like this, how could one hate everything?
The warm grass itchy with Saturday's chores,
The sun loved the shadow that I now abhor,
I miss this careless beauty right to my core,
What was once my home, Alabama, I adore.