Open the box,
A time capsule from youth,
Various toys, objects, and rocks,
A bittersweet taste of truth.
Looking at life back in the day,
When we got over things with ease,
Our sense of wonder couldn't be taken away,
We were so easy to please.
Death was only temporary,
And sorrow so simply was forgotten,
A cheap toy could be exemplary,
Now that sense is spoiled rotten.
Our emotions were so more mellow,
And we had not a care of affection,
Back when all we had to fear was snow colored yellow,
The best days of my life in my recollection.
Now emotions are impossible to take,
And affection is what I need the most,
I have to now fear every decision I make,
These worst days of my life are leaving me comatose.
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