let's go on a trip
and revisit our childhood
let's delve into our old streets
and remember those long gone moons

let's shake hands
with our enthusiastic younger self
do you see a mirror
or a stranger withing your shell?

let us laugh at the stuff
that once made us cry
let us shed a tear or two
at the happiness goneby

come let's wear the cloak
of inexperience and see
the difference in views and the difference in colors
and the difference in what could be

how different it must seem
to not carry the weight
of all our responsibilities
and freely dance again

ah let’s cut ourselves loose
from reality for minute or three
let us go meet to our childhood
and embrace those welcoming memories

Can taste the steel in your mouth?
As it envelops your ******* venomous embrace,
That bitter after taste, residual doubt
Still there not going away

This aftermath is so familiar,
Growing distance between me and my happy ending
Ah! Why does it always end like this?
Even though it has a glorious beginning

Everyone says “this time it will be different”
Well then why hasn’t anything changed?
It’s like a pre-decided sequence of events,
All taking place like a future already arranged

I thought you were different, I always do
But why should I make excuses for you?
It’s the anticipation, it’s the buildup really
Setting me up for disappointment so dreary

When in reality it’s the idea of you
That excites me more than you could ever do
The reality of you is just misplaced
Leaving only a bitter aftertaste