Youth

I try to cling to old memories But my brain thinks differently now I try to visualize that world But my eyes see differently now I try to hold on to the curiosity But my heart beats differently now My neck doesn’t tilt so far up Birds sing softer in my ears Clouds look more and more like clouds It’s best to cling to memories by reliving them I train my brain to be young again It’s best to strain your sight a little farther I train my eyes to see more It’s best to suspend some disbelief I train my heart to be inquisitive Childlike wonder is a muscle It atrophies, it doesn’t disappear We just have to try and train a little harder