#TemporalVoyage

Do you remember when you walked alone,
Looking for me without a heart of stone,
Wearing a typical outfit for an innocent one,
And you're always wanting for yellows of fun?

Yes, that was just the good old days of ours,
Where we're laughing for golden hours,
Heading to our separate homes for sure
While circling wheels making our future.

We grew up living with different hues.
They said our lives could be truly fictitious,
Yet we stood up, breathingly dreaming
With our memories proud enough from shining.

We strolled our hearts with the dancing wind.
Night's hugging the cold without a hint of sin.
Icy whispers of nature and the blazing heat
Formed...