as the sun sets behind the horizon
my mind goes back to the age of nine
my world was made of books, papers and love
people were goodm and all merry
As i recline to my bed post
and think, of those days, when
walking in the rain was fun
getting a candy from dad was bliss.
As tears roll down my eyes, i realize,
gone are the days of joy
what i have now, is a world
so fake, bogus and pathetic
Living for the sake of it
detached from the emotions
a smile so fake brightens up
the darker side of life.