Remember when we were young and things were good. When we had no worries, no cares. Remember when we didn't have war, when infatuation was easy and all it took to please us were flowers in bloom, fresh snow, donald duck on the tv in the afternoon. Remember when cartoons were better, when the future was coming and we couldn't wait. Remember when we felt safe without knowing what safe was. Remember when innocence came as easy as breath.
Of course not. That time only exists in your wistful imaginings, as hopeful escapism that longs to believe in a place that is better than here, more perfect than now.
Of course not. That time only exists in your wistful imaginings, as hopeful escapism that longs to believe in a place that is better than here, more perfect than now.