Nostalgia

Nostalgia, it is a crutch

To a time we can’t touch

It limps back into a past

Those moments are an outcast

Nostalgia, it is soothing

A time when the mind was booming

A tune that’s easy to sleep with

But the past has turned into a myth

Nostalgia, when it is a hangover

Time can no longer shoulder

A drink of the present

Will be more pleasant

Nostalgia, it lives in conversations

Speaking of the mind’s past generations

Those thoughts await permission

To leave, they’ve given up hopes of fruition