those busy boy days
where we roamed hallways
dropped cash on comics we didn't need
stocked the shelves full of books and dvd's
it's easy to call those the good old days
when life grinds and halts and closes pathways
we sit in steam rooms of sentimentality
breathe nostalgia through our nostrils
there's beauty in the memories
but life's greatest gift is we never stop creating them
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 9:33 PM UTC
those busy boy days
where we roamed hallways
dropped cash on comics we didn't need
stocked the shelves full of books and dvd's
it's easy to call those the good old days
when life grinds and halts and closes pathways
we sit in steam rooms of sentimentality
breathe nostalgia through our nostrils
there's beauty in the memories
but life's greatest gift is we never stop creating them