i look back into the days
where the grass was greener,
and the time, slower;
of which memorable things happened everyday,
and being happy was never an option.
i never felt lonely once,
even when i was alone.
because i knew back then,
things wouldn't change,
or i thought so now.

but oh how the days has changed,
except for the green green grass.
time became faster,
and memorable things happened only in a good night sleep.
being happy is a rarity now,
loneliness became my best friend.
i took the days before for granted,
because it's either those days,
or an eternal silence laid in me.