I always used to believe
That what's current is the prime
But as my hairline recedes
My beliefs do the same
I miss the sensation of walking home in the dead of winter,
Embracing what's real instead of escaping
I miss the times when we molded our futures
We modeled them out of our youth
And lazy summer days, picking apples off of neighbors trees
Wrestling on trampolines and grinding the curbs of our schoolyard
The movies we made have surpassed their goals
They are no longer mere entertainment
They are documents of the simpler times
And testaments to our amends
Where did these times go?
They died at our hands
But live on in our hearts

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