The building stands tall in the gleaming sunlight.
You haven’t been here in years.
You walk in, not quite sure what to expect,
Everything looks weirdly the exact same,
but something is a little off,
Those are the same stairs,
the same windows, paintings, floors, walls, furniture,
the same colors.
The rooms look so familiar, yet different.
It’s like something is slightly off about reality.
It feels like stepping into a memory.
I want to go back to that simpler time,
Where we ran through fields and played in dirt,
When we had an abundance of freedom, a million open moments,
When you were a kid,
When you were still learning animal names,
And awed by the world around you,
What did it mean when you looked up,
At other kids, at adults,
Burned at the stake for all to see.
Boo! Scream the crowds, words full of glee.
Smiles lit up the kids faces as they stared at me,
While the witches cried out for a flicker of mercy.
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