The Good Old Days

Nostalgic for those unforgotten days,
Days when none of this mattered…
No love stories,
No heartache,
No pain; except the occasional bruised knee,
Nothing meant anything and anything meant nothing,
Life was simple, suffice, easy;
Yes meant yes and no meant no,
There were no maybes,
No ambiguities.
We lived life to the fullest,
Neither fears nor worries plagued our minds,
We never thought ahead or planned things out,
Just went along,
Indifferent,
We never knew the outcome,
And back then it didn’t matter…

Now…
Now we live our lives in-fear…
Fearing nonconformity,
Fearing judgment,
Fearing the future,
Passing each day,
Only to await the mysteries of the next.
Surviving,
Not living,
Constantly striving to be “somebody,”
Pleasing those around us,
Not ourselves,
We have become society,
No longer are we individuals.
So lets set ourselves free,
And go back,
Back to the good old days…