Submissions by trytotry

The sun is rising,
So I guess I lost that bet.
Keep moving darling,
We're not out the woods just yet.

And someone told me one summer's day,
that nostalgia's not what it used to be.
But I yearn for the age of run and play,
The time we saw but didn't see.

So let's roam the woods and the vast green pastures,
And rediscover all our lost worlds,
And answer questions that no one's asked us,
In our dark minds we'll find the pearls.

But oh, I know, we'll find what we have cast away,
And oh, I know, we'll find out who we were those...