Breaching the doors of a monochromatic memory;
 Stretched thresholds drifting deranged sensory,
 Of a time when the clocks ticked more generously,
 Of a time when billowing wildflowers kissed in revery.
 Peace were like doves, casting their grace along skyline
 Always hovering over me, like an embrace of hope's light
 Worry would never wrought it's ruin within the cracks
 An ignorance, that were blissful, that hid in the spine my back.
  A time, within a memory, that only existed for a moment.
  Childish banter were like cardinal songs, brought from laughter
 An arbor of timeless enrichment, stagnant in time forever
 Of a time when the clocks ticked more generously
 Of a time when billowing wildflowers kissed in revery.
  Everything that ever was, were, and to be
 It never mattered, never a second, you and me
 Like drifting dreams, in the pleasantry of clouds
 Like shifting streams, in the passing of the minute.
  In time, when dust returned to mother soils
 Would we remember the impart of our souls
 The life of adventure, that blazed our story
 Of when a childhood was truly a childhood.
  A time, within a memory, that fled us like fools