To the lost
childhood of times
dangling under the blue sky
streets filled with chaos
yet calmness resides inside
to the lost
weary unkind
often questioning the mind
how can kids run unrestrained
what happiness surrounds them inside
to the lost
childhood
holding adult outside
we lost the most precious of time
often to the running time
grow up and progress
behave yourselves
those were the words heard outside
to the lost
innocence holding inside
how to enjoy the worldly pleasures
the mind seems chaotic inside
wondering about uncertainties in life
to the lost
happiness without reason
why it chose the reasonable wisdom
to be only saddened with grief
what seems good in growing up
what seems empowered to hold papers
papers in green
stuffed in pocket inside
alas it can’t buy the lost time