Why are the grasses greener, when I think back in time?
It was easier to fall in love, and the music on the radio was something
you could sing along to,
The world seemed a kinder place, and my parents seemed like, they would always be around,
The skies were bluer, and my friends and I had time to kill, time to explore, time, just time to do with what we wanted to,
Money seemed to go a lot farther, and I always had some in the bank when I needed it,
Why is my memory so alive, when I think back to the past?
Why this, and why that, and why can’t I explain it to others
so they can revel in my memory as well?
Why are the grasses greener, the skies bluer, the women more satisfied
while all the while
I remained the same….
or, did I?