Reminiscing

In a time of doe-eyed wonder

Of innocence and imagination

A world where we could slumber

Without the images that haunt the present

A time where bikes and rocks and lakes

Were the tools we'd use to fill our days

A land where we were kings and queens

Who justly ruled the worlds we made

We lived in tree houses and backyards

We built our forts with blankets and pillows

Where the greatest tragedy faced was

Skinned knees and rainy days alone

In a time that was never real

That we still remember fondly

A time that didn't exist then

Yet dances in our memories

We look back to those hollow years

Where we never spent a waking moment

And wish that we could conjure back

Those worlds that never escaped our

Vivid imaginations

We were never kings and queens

We were never innocent

We were never just when we

Lorded over our subjects with an iron fist

We promised ourselves

What we couldn't deliver

And grew up and fell

Over the banks of the river

Where the currents would swell

And rinse us of sin

While the priest held us down

'Til we were born again

And dead within.