As time flew by
Oh, those merry childhood days
when I would wake up;
only to the gentle kiss of the sun rays.
Alas, they had flown by to replace those;
with days, when I would wake up
to nightmares of an unfinished race.
I remember those carefree days;
when I would just toss and turn on my bed
until the morning breeze;
gently pushing past the frilly curtains
would nudge me to get on the run.
How tempting was that cuckoo's calling;
Oh, but now I wake up to the alarm ringing.
No longer do the sun rays fall upon my skin;
as it fail to make its way,
through the concrete forest every morning.
Oh, time has flown by;
I cannot fail and I cannot cry.
I must be on the run all the time.
But, I have paused for a bit now;
and I might fall behind in the crowd.
I take a few hastened steps
in fear of losing the game, but all in vain;
I keep getting dragged,
back to the memory lane.
I see those frolicsome childhood days.
Oh, how I loved the rain back then;
I wonder why I now don't enjoy it the same.
I remember, the stupid ideas;
that would bud in my head,
of how it must have happened to rain.
And now I know, what a fool I had always been.
Those cheerful days,
I have just raced past them;
Yet I keep looking back.