And we all like to compare the past with here and now,
But there are only certain memories that we will allow.
Like how ‘remarkable’ our childhoods used to be,
Compared to adulthood now where
‘Everything has turned to debris’.
As in a state of reminiscence we remember
Things in the most positive light
And in the greatest form so our memories of
The past shine bright.
But we forget that nostalgia is a deceiver to you and me,
Because nothing was ever as good as we like
To remember them to be.