written sometime between 1990-1993
To return to when times were good
Before having to face up to the truth
I know that if I really could
I would return to the times of my youth
Not a serious problem in mind
Only what toy to play with next
Or maybe a game of some kind
To return to before time became vexed
Someone making all your decisions
Telling you what is right and wrong
Always under another’s provisions
To return to before pressures did belong
Never caring what you looked like
Never caring what people thought
Just learning to ride a two wheel bike
To return to when happiness was easily bought
Looking forward to Christmas
And the joys of a birthday present
Now those feeling have begun to pass
To return to times before these I now resent
Never realizing how simple life was
Always looking forward to coming years
Nos realizing how society is twisted and bent
To return to times before having any true fears
to leave today’s evil ways
to return to my youthful days.