Springseeker

I remember when they told stories about a different world,

about a lost world.

A time when no one was watching,

and when the streets belonged to us.

When the skies belonged to the birds,

and the trees were alive for the wind.

A time when our thoughts were our own.

A time when we could choose our own path.

Stories of a different world, where everyone was free.

And then I wonder, if that was all true - How did we end up here?

How can we loose something so beautiful -

Only to replace it with something so dark and destructive?

Was it all just a dream?

Was it all just a made up fairytale to give us hope?

Or did we lose our way and destroy our world?

Is there a path for us back home?