Troding down the alleyway
The speckles of sunshine falling on me
Standing on the rickety bridge
I got the reflections of younger me
How energetic and agile I was
The mischievous me, the curious me
How I never would feel like an empty husk
When ever I was in my toys company
The days go by, and the years move ahead
How eventually you grow old bit by bit
If only I could get worm hole in time
I would urge my younger self to play a little more
Because when you grow older
you barely have time to get out the door
There is nothing much to do
There is nothing much to say
When you are older its only the hard way
© laibu