Running freely without worries in mind
Killing time over mountains and above
Valleys, sacred and forbidden I have climbed
Neighbors call me “the son of the devil”
Playing music as loud as the machine could
Strumming my wooden guitar and chill
I was young and reckless, I am bold
That was then, young and carefree
Now I’m just half the man I used to be
Time has passed by, I’ve grown old
With responsibilities, I cannot run
No time for songs and rock and roll
Freedom taken away by the hand of time
All that is left is just a part of me
And I’m half the man I used to be
Our childhood will always be a part of us that we will keep on looking back to no matter where we are or where have we been. Most can relate to this poem as most of us have been reckless and carefree in our youth, when life is just one big adventure waiting to be explored.
