response to coolaron`s challenge


I long for the past

When the skies where blue and shiny
and my eyes where young and mild
i would run towards the mountains
i loved to see the wild

when the rain fell down on green grass
and my eyes where caught by drops
i would look towards the heavens
and i wondered

i was young and dreams where happy
and my heart was full of joy
blessed be the painless childhood
and i was dreaming

now i lost my happy childhood
expectations bring me down
now i long for careless thursday
and i dream of children`s song

sorting feelings is my dayjob
helping others is my night
so i long for thoughtless freedom
now i dream about the past




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-08-31 at 02:50

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kladdpapper
peter pan feeling. I never want to grow up.. miss the days when my biggest problem was that I didn't want to go to bed. now, often, all I want to do is go to bed and hide under the covers..

I like the poem, feels kind of ironic with all the joy and happy stuff now when you're older, but I do miss it. and I guess it still exists, sometimes.
2006-09-09


ChiLLie
well written,my dare...

**hugs**
2006-08-31


Phyllis J. Rhodes
This brought me to a place, a time and a person I do not want to leave.
2006-08-31


keith nunes
marvellously put together. great depth of emotion and spirit i feel in here
2006-08-31