rewind – rewind – we remind our minds
we think of simpler times, with more laughs
and less tears in our eyes.
we rewind our minds
with our golden remotes — skipping the blistering heat, and
the cold nights without our coats.
in the snow we played, and in the streets we rode
as if life was on easy,
and someone switched the mode.
the flaws of progression have led us
capable of ( within our minds )
turning water to beer.
the lonesome nights
the blank stares
our adult lives written
and read from the beginning
as a children’s book.
and we compensate
Everything that makes Us Human, Is what Feeds This Disease.