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

here

capable of  ( within our minds )

turning water to beer.

the lonesome nights

over shadowed.

the blank stares

over looked.

our adult lives written

and read from the beginning

as a children’s book.

we convince

we change

and we compensate

with ease.

Everything that makes Us Human,  Is what Feeds This Disease.