Childhood Days

I went back to my childhood days,

Where I could do anything all kinds of ways,

Everything was bright and sunny,

The air smelled of creamed honey,

It felt like time didn’t tick,

I recall it being like magic,

But as I grew up and got older,

Everything seemed to get dark and colder,

My world was now weighted with hurry,

Every single little thing caused me to worry,

Sustaining relationships was to me so exhausting,

These images of my past happiness became haunting,

I let myself get here where I am all alone,

Feeling like I just dropped my ice cream cone.