A Different Kind of Dream

There's no going home, your childhood is gone,

The avenues are empty, no friends upon the lawn—

And you're not the one who grew up so shy,

Not the one who smiled carefree—

The one who thought he'd learn to fly

Memories in your head take up space,

Walking by the field, once your favourite place—

Who knew there would be time to grow cold,

No more smiling on the playground—

Did you know your soul's been sold?

     DannYetman

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