The Boy I Used To Be
I think of the boy I used to be,
Wild and free, beneath the tree,
With eyes so wide and heart so pure,
Dreaming of worlds that would endure.
His hands were small but full of hope,
Untangling dreams like endless rope.
He chased the sky, he chased the sea,
Believing life held every key.
He knew no limits, feared no fall,
The world was big, but he felt tall.
Each scar a story, every bruise,
A mark of lessons he could use.
His laughter echoed through the air,
Unburdened by the weight of care.
Each day a mystery to explore,
Each moment something to adore.
But time, it whispers, soft yet strong,
And soon the boy was pulled along.
His innocence, like sand, slipped through,
As he outgrew the boy he knew.
The dreams he held began to fade,
As life demanded debts be paid.
The weight of growing settled in,
And soon the boy grew thin, grew dim.
Yet sometimes in the mirror's gaze,
I see his light through distant haze.
The boy I was, still buried deep,
Awaits the day I wake from sleep.
For though the years have hardened me,
The boy I was still longs to be.
To feel the earth beneath my feet,
To chase the wind, to feel complete.
So now I seek that boy once more,
To be the dreamer I was before.
To find the joy in simple things,
And hear again the songs he sings.
He’s not forgotten, not erased,
Just hidden in a hurried pace.
The boy I was, the man I am,
Together bound by who we can.
And though I walk a different road,
He’s with me still, lightening the load.
The boy I was will guide me true,
Reminding me of skies so blue.
So here I stand, both man and child,
With feet now firm, but heart still wild.
For in the boy I used to be,
Lies all the best parts of me.
Wild and free, beneath the tree,
With eyes so wide and heart so pure,
Dreaming of worlds that would endure.
His hands were small but full of hope,
Untangling dreams like endless rope.
He chased the sky, he chased the sea,
Believing life held every key.
He knew no limits, feared no fall,
The world was big, but he felt tall.
Each scar a story, every bruise,
A mark of lessons he could use.
His laughter echoed through the air,
Unburdened by the weight of care.
Each day a mystery to explore,
Each moment something to adore.
But time, it whispers, soft yet strong,
And soon the boy was pulled along.
His innocence, like sand, slipped through,
As he outgrew the boy he knew.
The dreams he held began to fade,
As life demanded debts be paid.
The weight of growing settled in,
And soon the boy grew thin, grew dim.
Yet sometimes in the mirror's gaze,
I see his light through distant haze.
The boy I was, still buried deep,
Awaits the day I wake from sleep.
For though the years have hardened me,
The boy I was still longs to be.
To feel the earth beneath my feet,
To chase the wind, to feel complete.
So now I seek that boy once more,
To be the dreamer I was before.
To find the joy in simple things,
And hear again the songs he sings.
He’s not forgotten, not erased,
Just hidden in a hurried pace.
The boy I was, the man I am,
Together bound by who we can.
And though I walk a different road,
He’s with me still, lightening the load.
The boy I was will guide me true,
Reminding me of skies so blue.
So here I stand, both man and child,
With feet now firm, but heart still wild.
For in the boy I used to be,
Lies all the best parts of me.
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