poetry trip.

hope

i feel like i'm getting farther and farther away
looking down into an endless void
the reality of being alive has finally set in
as a kid, our dreams are bigger than life itself
where did it go?
the sense that everything would be okay
i look out of the car window
and i see myself
not me now, but who i once was
waving goodbye
it's almost like
i'm nostalgic for something that never really existed
is that so wrong?
the idea of childhood
the idea of innocence
running through a field of tall grass
sun shining down
smiling because there's no reason not to
meaningless happiness
now i find myself
tapping my foot to a melody
that only exists in my head
it's been there for years now
playing over and over like a broken record
but you know what?
i kind of like it.