There are days when I just close my eyes,
and remember the good old days.
Pictures of old time flash through my mind,
from soccer games to the primary school days.
I remember the bright smiles of my friends,
as we sat in the gazebo and played.
Then after school how we’d posé in town,
and talk the day away.
I remember the rainy Saturdays,
playing soccer with boys.
Muddied up uniforms,
but we’d laugh without a care in the world.
Sometimes I want to go back to those times,
when life was so much simpler.
To just leave this time of masks behind,
and go back to when things were easier.
But those innocent years are well behind,
and now all that’s left me for to do is grow up and shine.
