nostalgia

the closest to freedom I have ever been
was running thru the fields of my childhood

blue walls and green carpet in euphoric harmony
with time that floats on an ocean of innocence

millions of straws to be my silent playmates
the sun I bathe endless days with them

and the drops of water on my body I share
to give back to nature what she lent me

while music is composed by an inner breeze
that going back, silences with the years