Nostalgia Attacks

Sometimes I get nostalgia attacks Like asthma attacks But worse Because I have no inhaler for this It contracts and expands my lungs into painful convulsions Casualties of breath as I reminisce of the times before Before I knew of the horrors of April 15th Precedent to when my eyes were exposed Exposed to this macrocosm of bigotry Where you are hated for love And loved for hate I have no inhaler for this My nostalgia attacks admonish my serene childhood In wake of when dreams met no restrictions When scholars were unconstrained by finance When growing old meant wine and independence I have no inhaler for this For the ones who might cringe at my marriage Because a sin is a sin is a sin For the restrictions of my dreams Because money means nothing until it means everything I have no inhaler for this