I remember golden days,
Green grass,
Blue skies.
Roaring water,
Cool breeze.
Dappled woodland paths,
Root beer floats.
Friends and freedom.
I look outside today,
At concrete and asphalt.
Heat shimmers and closed doors.
The ground is gray,
The sky has grown paler.
My friends work three jobs,
My free time is midnight through two AM.
I retreat to my memories once more.
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