Nostalgia Nostalgia.
Why are you so difficult to move on from?
Maybe we’re just big babies.
Having the urge to go back picking and eating daisies.
If not daisies then maybe bugs, grass, and dirt.
Adulting is no fun with wary and high alerts.
High alerts on money, High alerts on maintenance.
Wishing we could go back as kids eager to age impatient.
The perfect bubble everyone was trapped in to cope with reality.
But eventually being taught to dismiss the health of our mentality.
It’s like the world isn’t meant for us to chase our dreams.
Turning into drained workers, melancholies, or fiends.
It’s the world’s cycle of a never-ending hex.
Caught up in the matrix and this emotionless complex.
However, everything happens for a reason.
Maybe some of us can adapt better in another world to be in.
While in our childhood thoughts of aging would be better than worse.
Leading to disappointment on being an adult has a curse.
Self-care, independence, and risks of a short lifespan.
Oh, to go back to our nostalgia wondering when aging will begin.
