nostalgia

I want to go back to that simpler time,

Where we ran through fields and played in dirt,

When we had an abundance of time,

Where we created worlds out of sticks and rocks and leaves.

I want to go back to that time,

Where we could exist without worrying over social norms,

When we were friends with almost our whole class,

Where we could be ourselves and someone would smile at us.

I want to go back,

to when school didn’t suck up all my time,

Where I wasn’t a liar, I was a good student, a good person,

Where I wasn’t a jerk to my friends, my family, when they just wanted to help.

I want to go,

To leave, to get out of this perpetual struggle to stay afloat,

To give this world to someone else to care for so I can rest,

So I can run, free and wild through the fields.

I want,

to have that life again,

But when I look back, longing for that time when everything was great,

I remember myself looking back longing for that time.

One day I will look into the past, into my present, and think,

I want to go back to that simpler time.