I had come to realize the pattern
in which the seasons of my life came and went
and how the colors of the sky were warm and bright
each night before the dark cold breeze
came and stole it away.
I learned that my old soul was not made
for the fast paced future I am being thrown into.
I watch movies and look at old pictures
I seem to place myself in, like ones where
children had authentic childhoods. Although now,
if you asked someone what that actually ment
you would get one-hundred different answers.
There was a time before I was born
where words, music, love, it all ment something
and they were righteous and meaningful.
It was a time where the American Dream was attainable
if you followed a simple list of Do's and Dont's.
But as I sit here so unsure of my future
I sadly realize that I do not live here
and I never will.
You can sit here and try to reasure me;
But I know the truth!
I live in 2015.
Yet my heart still yearns for what I have never known
and where I wish to be;
in the confusing and lovely devoted moments of
being a kid in the 60's.