Oh, how can I get back time,
when everything was simple,
when everything was pure,
when the lifetime was all mine,
when laugh was loud and love could cure.
It was the time without regret,
when I would run not to escape,
when spiders only was my fear,
when I had little to forget
and so much more was to appear.
When I didn't have to fit
(fit some role, pretend somebody),
make some choices and conclusions,
using fun to get through this
and dreams to comfort own illusions.
Oh, I wish I could get back that time -
to watch the falling stars,
absorb the nature spirit,
when I didn’t have to find
or make up my own meanings...
I wish I could
© Copyright: Юлия Лайт Белая, 2015
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