We walked
For hours never thinking any of us would ever get tired
We Talked
About anything and everything that anyone desired
The days were always over before we got started
Shadows playing on the walls of objects contorted
Trees became ogres that scared the fainthearted
Every sound we heard was unrecognizably distorted
The voices that called us home
We heard but we disregarded
Those short sweet summer days
In which we felt so wholesome
We failed to cherish
Such is the injustice
Of home
You can reconnect
With those that share your memories
With those that recollect
Each of you are treasuries
Of carefree days and footloose ways
life's buffet
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