The clock has sped through the hours

Through times of laughter and despair

I open my eyes in a different world

The journey between the old and new, lost.


Words used to flow thick and fast

Like a free, gurgling brook in the mountains

Seems to have hit a block

Lost the speed, lost the nomad in it.


Like a child ready to explore

It knew no bounds

Now it defines boundaries, thinks of limits

Knows not the world’s all the same.


Where’s the innocence gone?

Blown away in the winds of time?

Is this growing up?

Oh, I miss the kid of my life, past.

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