If only to be young again...

When I was but a young boy,
nothing wanted to stray from my heart.
In everything I saw joy,
and yet it is not as it used to be,
beautiful as is art.

We wonder, "Why can I not see things the way they used to be?"
Yet all of the reasoning is to be displayed in ones own history.

Being a child with only trust and love to bear,
we are susceptible to everything that others show us in their despair.
This is what we lose in the acts of our parents and loved ones,
this is what we lose in their acts that will never be undone.

Now we are old and say "I wish I could be young again!"
But it is too late to talk of tales of what had once been.

Strive towards a future,
one that has not left your minds heart.
Strive towards a venture,
to bring back that beautiful art.