O time –
The cruel crusher of dreams,
Of hopes and ideals,
Of youthful enthusiasm
And pure simplicity.
Where we once acted
On passions and with verve,
We now hesitate,
Burdened by ought-nots and better-nots.
We tread through life with caution
And give up what we loved most,
Because time should be better spent
Doing that which betters our lives.
O to think of the time
Long gone
When all that mattered
Was the joy of simple things.
How I miss those carefree days,
And the wind and waves,
And the exhilaration of
Speeding through water in my little boat,
With no weights or burdens –
Just me and my sail,
Going wherever the wind blows.
O bring me back
To when I could live out my dreams,
Pursue my passions,
And laugh freely with my head back.
Bring me back
To those simple carefree days –
The days of youth,
Now past.
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