the skies don’t seem authentic as they used to be
i remember the days waking up to the birds singing the song of life at rising
the sun making its grand entrance to greet everyone to a great day
the crisp summer air reassuring me of its natural beauty
living in a world we were promised, the future we never received is now just a mere memory…

i remember the days before being glued to a device
the days where we would go...