Quiet arms enfolding me,
wicked arms, full of darkness, full of sleep
lulling me slowly into a carelessness, which is the fall of so many.

I have fallen, so far from where I stood
I sometimes wonder if I will ever stand there again,
let alone reach the place i sought before the fall.

I remember, when I think, what it was like then
I could see forever in the clear air
the grass rippling in the wind as I ran.

I ran not to escape, but simply for the joy of moving,
feeling the grass beneath my feet, natures finest shag carpet.
I ran in the warm sunshine, and I was happy....

Just to be there, to feel the sun on my face
the wind in my hair, to laugh with the simple joy of simply BEING
unbridled, without thought, or worry for tomorrow....

Simply living for the moment, for NOW.
loving each and every one, and letting them slip by without regret
having spent each one, like a coin, to its fullest.

What I bought then I cry for today, wishing dearly that I still had it
but innocence, like time cannot be regained,
and any coin, once spent is gone from your hand forever

I weep, for what I have lost has no price
and as much as I might wish it, I cannot buy it back
this world, grown cold and dark....

I remember seeing it so differently
when I knew nothing, and believed everything.
This is what has been lost...