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Take Me Back

 

Take me back to when I used to think the moon was following me.

‎Take me back to when going to urban places felt like a whole day travel.

‎Take me back to when I thought a week felt like a month and a year is enough to do all my plans.

‎Take me back to when I was a child and oblivious of everything. ‎


‎Learning is a blessing. ‎

Discovering things, and being knowledgeable about them are essentials for us in growing. ‎

Though a great deal yet it pains.

‎When did simple things become so complicated? ‎ ‎


Take me back to when my tears were because of being hurt while playing, ‎

And not because of the pressure I am feeling.

Take me back to when everyone thought it's fine to know nothing since I was still a child,

Because knowing nothing now is like failing in life. ‎ ‎


Survive is now the goal when we are supposed to be living it.

‎I am on the stage where dreams felt like delusions and impossibles ‎

Instead of being the tip of my pyramid—

The final stage and goal; the purpose why I am doing it.


‎Take me back to when I was wearing the attire of my dream job,

Smiling and thinking that I could be there easily.

‎Take me back to when changing the attire is fine,

‎Because I still had time; I was still a child .


‎Knowing is for the dream ‎

But knowing isn't healing the child who dreamt. ‎





‎(March 25, 2025 00:24)

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