Nostalgia
It Comes to surface when I am alone, A reverie that takes me along.. to memories that are my life, those moments which make me alive.... A nostalgic feeling drives me crazy, I wanna be a baby, gonna be hazy.. Striving to get the toy that's not mine, thriving to sleep in Mom's lap and fall in to dreams that shine... It was good to be a child, So protected, so safe, in the love and care so mild... Don't know why we grow?, why we flow? Along the idiotic calculations of life, Which kills the innocence and purity of thy.. A prolonged mirage created of fake, Its an Osmosis that makes me shake.. But I love this home coming of mine, Which makes me nostalgic, united with what I am.. I feel sure..I feel fine..