our youthful innocence
the beauty of one’s dream essence
to other’s eyes may not make sense
it was real not a game
to others it seems the same
our reasons heard as lame
but when in comes reality
gives tasks to one’s ability
straining the heart’s capacity
all our vows have been broken
all our hopes have been taken
left are memories of heaven
innocence lost to the future
forsaking past did we mature
is cynicsm time’s nature
now living in loneliness
those days of our playfulness
we look back with longingness
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