Staring up at the sun
Wanting back the days of fun
A time when there wasn’t a care
Just long periods of being there
A fair mind in an open field
Nothing forcing you to shield
Passing time as you wished
Those are periods to be missed
Not petty squabbles spouting poison
Such things are born from poor decision
Instead you meandered through the day
Chanting and laughing all the way
Rain or sky never told a lie
It was just thoughts of flying high
Sailing across the fluffy clouds
Imagining whatever made you proud
Not concerns about failure and position
What strange things to drive living
That’s why those days are gold
Never did you feel locked out in the cold
So I will dwell on those memories
A period that was so dear to me

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