We want to go back to when it was good
When everyone behaved the way they should
The comfort of childhood, nothing went wrong
When we lived the life of a Disney song
But a true recreation of the past?
“And not a filtered one?”: you might be asked
All the negatives have been filtered out!
Why do we need this escape? Why this doubt?
If it’s a sad future we all foresee
Then closer to our past we want to be
But constant longing for times in our past
Will destroy our present, which may fade fast
Retrospection leads to paralysis
And in the end becomes our nemesis