In Nostalgia

Just a piece written expressing my sorrow for what I can't relive as a child. Side note: I don't much remember my childhood.

What was the start of this?
When did the pages unfurl
And to what marker did we land
Amidst a sea of turmoil
We were young with no care
Our laughter will resonate till the end of days
Yet our joy was fleeting
Soon we'd morph into a cynical beast
Always lying, always doubting
But for a moment we were young
We danced for no reason
We sung to no tune
There was nothing to expect
No values need be applied
Where we ran until dark
Till our mothers called us home
I wonder when we stopped
Was it gradual? Maybe abrupt?
Either way, it had to end
But I'll relive it every night in my dreams.
Yes, I'll relive it every night in my dreams.