The Old World

You don’t know the old world, But you would have liked it. In that world, when I was young, Like you, hungry to eat the roots Full of fuel, I dreamed I could fly. Flap my arms and fly, freely I was a helium balloon, Rising up into the blue sky. When I think of you, it is like A portal into that old world, Where all my lost years unwind A chance to find those butterflies I left behind. You, who don’t know But you would have liked it.