I need to go back, but I have no fare
I need to go back, when I had not a care
I need to go back, to a place so far
I need to go back, but I’m stuck in tar
There’s one place I long for
From it, time has tore
If only some how I could reverse
This timely curse
I would feel so free
Oh how free I would be
Time has shown to be no friend
Always counting our time until the end
It feels so slow, yet happens so fast
All I am, lies in the past.
The creativity of a once me
Now ceases to be
Once I viewed the world in such a way
Now, I live from day to day
I now am at a loss for words
I feel just like caged birds
Hoping I can find my way out
Unable to scream or shout
I must go back, to a better time
I must go back, and again feel sublime
I must go back, when I had no fear
I must go back, what is this, a tear?
I need to go back, before all is lost
- Author: Bluedog783 ( Offline)
- Published: August 13th, 2017 22:57
- Comment from author about the poem: While discussing to myself about the spark of creativity I once had as a kid, I began to think back to my old perspective of this world and the many things I saw. I once saw random pieces of metal as a robotic hand, just needing to be assembled. I saw old gutter parts and some sticks as a way to navigate water in any way you would want, for whatever you wanted. I desire to have that spark again.
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