Nostalgia

Time seems so futile
to describe these thoughts
to remember a time so simple
life living up to its creativity

I look to a mirror for confirmation
am I growing our of that happiness?
replaced, instead, with a reflection
showing that displeasment

That part of me on the outside
consuming the smaller half
wanting to survive this ravishment
pushing to shine through

I was happy back then
my face held true to my soul
no facade ever crossed my glance
never trying to pretend

to be happy

is this how it's supposed to be?
Growing older cuts short our imagination
Everyone has that side of them
that lingers on nostalgia and now

I feel betrayed by life
trying to bring back my vibrancy
finding half of it washed away
leaving the weather-torn part behind

My experience of life

The more I grow and learn
there seems to be more missing
frustration runs deep in my veins
I long for so much more
but nothing can live up to it
my one hope is to renew
a passion burning low
and to bring forth understanding

I would change for that...