We wore proudly our scraped knees and bright smiles,

Our jeans stained with the grass of passed stumbles,

Our bikes, now rusted, we would ride for miles,

And our dreams, they seamed would never crumble.

Gone are the Band-Aids once upon our elbows.

We succumb to the call of suits and ties

And delve into a world full of sorrows

With a never ending sea of lies.

I would enjoy going back to that time

When we were small and the world was so big.

It is a never-ending dream of mine,

For kindergarten and a silly wig.

For we had innocence that was so dear,

But it has all gone to waste, I fear.

(Source: scribbles-and-scratches)