I remember myself and my grass stained knees
Playing in the country with big city dreams,
My voice sweet amongst the soft chirping from the trees
The days of innocence, hair blowing in the breeze
Simple, happy, and unknowingly free
It’d be like this forever. At least, that’s how it seemed..
Years past and I grew up fast, driven
By my hunger for the savory taste of success
To feed my needs I’d have to try from moon to noon
From tarnished forks to silver spoons
Until my trials swallowed me, bit and then chewed.
The sun blinds me like a clear memory I am trying to forget
This life. Those nights. The lies. Full of regret.
Can I take it back and be pure once again?
If the truth is inside well then of course I can
Rewrite my story with a refillable fountain pen
Enchantment of a child, uniting of odds and ends
Under the lush radiant warmth of true common sense
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