The Times Past
Remind me of the times past.
The time before it all went wrong.
The time before we truly thought for ourselves.
The time before we found out how different we are.
The time before controversy.
The time when we could be ourselves and felt no need
to be accepted because we didn't have to be.
Why have those times gone?
When I have a daughter or son, I am going to tell them
to never grow up.
"It's a trap," I will tell them.
Yet I will fully know that it is impossible and I will curse the world
for being such a terrible place.
And when i wake up in the morning, I will remember that
I am a part of this world and like a wise man once said,
I have to be the change I wish to see in the world.
So wake me up when I am small again.
Bring me to life when we get back to the easier days.
Let me live in the times past.
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