To a time when everything felt safe and worries were only temporary. To a time when we wanted to build empires of joy
To a time food tasted better and highly regarded… to a time sleep was not planned
To a time weekends were heaven and holidays had meaning… to a time evenings were wonderful
To a childhood of purity not destroyed by rage or lust… to a time that had no animosity
To a time friendship was sweet and bitter… to a time when everything was an escape
Take me back to a dream I never want to be awaken from… take me back to delusions
Take me back there because I’m tired of nostalgia… because I hate what I’ve become
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