There was a time, once
when the world was so simple.
A time when I dashed across frothy shores,
and ran wild through hills speckled in budding roses.
There was a time, once
when the innocence of my soul
captured everything around me,
in a heart throbbing
memory, of hope.
The word child; is used disdainfully.
However, it was within the passages of those walls---
that I didn't see the world,
I felt it.
It was in the haze of those warm summer days,
that I now cling to a happiness
unsoiled by this world.
All I want,
is to go back.
