Take me back to the days
We're everything was sunny
Jokes were much more funny
And we didn't need no money
Back where songs were all jams
Family together eating turkey and ham
didn't have to worry about mail and spam
Happy and content with our PB& jam
Take me back to
bike rides in the neighborhood
Eating junk because we could
Hanging with friends like it was a brotherhood
Thinking we'd never split
what ever came up we could've withstood
Back when there were no repercussions
Politics & future plans no where in the discussion
No bill to pay no savings to be touchin'
No job then home schedule
sleeping in, no rushin'
Before adult responsibilities
Gas, food, health and other expensive exhausting utilities
Before we ever questioned our abilities
Back before life tried to smother your spirit
Pushing your capabilities
Back when we were on top of the world
Thinking we knew it all
Thinking one day we'd get money and pearls
Staying up late thinking bout girls
Then she'd text you and you start spinning in swirls
Back when the world was small and revolved around you
Back when there was nothing to do
When we we're kids happy and didn't even have a clue
We'd simply enjoy life cause skies were blue
Before you were running out of time
And you didn't have to find
A plan for a future outline
Lazy Summer days being young happy and optimistic combined
Back when everything was seen in light and wonder
Things weren't real yet there's nothing big enough to blunder
All your time was smelling the roses and
Listening to thunder
Protected from life
as a 17 and under.
If I am space, then you are the stars,
Filling my emptiness with the glory
Of your lovely glowing avatars.
If I am music, then you are the bars,
The beat, the notes, the melody,
The substance of my repertoires.
If I am memory, then you are the memoirs,
If every school of philosophy's theory,
Then you are all the exemplars.
I feel like I am drowning,
Every single day.
I hate my own being,
I hate my own family.
What even is family?
Family is your own blood,
A little bit of yourself in every person,
A tight knit group of people who are your heaven.
Although, what happens if that isn’t the case?
What happens if you wish they weren’t your blood,
What happens if you wish you did not share the same
Personality and gestures as them?
What happens if your family is not a tight knit group of people and
They are not your heaven, but simply your hell?
An old hag, I tell ya,
She read my palm,
And revealed it.
That only momentary pleasures,
Were written in my destiny,
Of varying measures.
I agree to some extent,
Only torment is permanent,
As pleasures are just temporary.
Lost within myself they often get,
Like a delightful chocolate bar,
Akin to one from a beer bar.
Dissatisfied with every happiness,
Half filled with unspilled tears,
The other half of lost years.