#memoirsofhappiness

I miss you my old soul buddy

I want to turn eight years back for free

To feel the old happiness and glee

Where there's no expectation nor worry

Where adage judgment isn't for me

Drive carelessly as I steer my wheel

Fly the highest and feel the coldest wind

Fall the lowest, get up and repeat

Shallow moods and stress are in the city

And depression isn't part of my dictionary

Yes, I damned miss my own self terribly

You did better that day, a good journey

And I am here swimming in a gloom sea.

I pray one day we'll meet halfway

And reunite my melancholic soul

To you, my old piece of shit.