Younger Again
When I was younger I would play; there was nothing for me to pay.
I would swing and dance; now it just seems like I'm in a trance.
I knew love like the back of my hand; back then I knew how to take a stand.
I could run and play and never have a worry; remember all the treasure we used to bury?
When I was younger, I didn't have a care; that was when we always played fair.
It makes me sad to know it's not like that anymore; now I realized there's more than a card game named war.
People aren't fair, and people don't care; to ask "why?" No one would dare.
I realize now, there is no teasure to be found; we no longer jump, leap, and bound.
We don't remember the things from childhood; it doesn't really seem like there is anything left that's good.
When I am finally released in the end; that's when I know I'll be younger again.
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