Dear time,
Take me home,
No, I don't long the building I used to live in,
I miss the ground where I injured my leg,
Cycling on the broken road.

Take me to my grandma's arms,
Where I wept like an idiot,
When mum refused me sweets,
No I don't long the building I used to live in,
I miss the guavas from my neighbour's backyard,
Which used to dissappear after a tiresome cricket match.
Take me to my mum's laps,
Which once used to be my 'angels in disguise', I still laugh at the way I used to stick to her,
After seeing zombies in my dream.
No, I don't miss the room I used to play in,
I miss the shelter that dad always provided me,
No I didn't cheat while playing 'eye-spy', He just let me win from my brother.
Take me to those fights,
Which I always won,
No, I don't miss the screaming and the painful scars,
I miss those chocolates of compromise,
Which our refree forced us to pay.
I don't want to go back to the building I used to live in,
I just want a trip back 'home', Where I can smell the ripened berries once again,
And dig in the soil of my back yard, this deep rooted pain.