Nostalgia

Nostalgia’s a drug, a dragon I have chased
Of hands in a hug, of when talkings were chaste
We tarry in pining for what was once there
Of flowers entwining the locks of her hair

We seek out the highs of what we once had
With kites in the skies on that hill with your dad
Ignoring the now and looking always behind
This sin we’ll allow, to ourselves we are blind

There’s a glow in the air from a retro T.V.,
dad napping in his chair, a mom-kissed skinned knee
Of times that were spent better lost off in youth
We came and we went, we did not know the truth

That the whens of back then were better than now
When we weren’t yet men, hadn’t seen sweat of brow
And how we did laugh at the smallest of jokes
But not on behalf of polite-mannered folks

I spend too much time aching for the then now
I ignore the clock’s chime and take to the prow
I steer myself heading ever more past
The water I’m treading is not meant to last

Until I wake late having lived out my life
I swallowed the bait, I didn’t even fight
I let today waste chasing after once-then’s
I forgot in my haste that the past is a lens