Before It Was Complicated

Around and around the merry-go-round Bound by nostalgia and youthful Cheer, we've spun until we no longer Deem to be care and wrinkle free. Ever so mindful of days gone by so Fruitful did they seem. Now from the Ground we see the roots are Hastily beginning to show. If all the while as years flew by, the Joy of simplicity seeming more Keen than coy, why fight these recurring Lines. The ones that come from laughs and Maybe crows. Only the feet though. No, not necessarily the implied bad Omen. We spun so long we forget Perhaps, that we started so Quiet and without a thought. It turned Raucous and complicated, ridiculous and Stressful. How did spinning in circles Turn into stacking anvils. Trembling Under the weight while knowing of a Vision that casts through the mess like a Whimsical world magnifying glass. An X-ray to see past the sad layer. To see a Youthful version of yourself that remains Zany and zealous and blissfully unknowing