Nostalgia is the cancer of tomorrow,
strangulating our spontaneity.
Cementing the fact,
that,
whilst all we do is look back in awe
and sorrow,
at the wild days gone by,
new tales will never be told,
our lives will no longer be lived.
I was there all those years ago.
Play me a chord i haven't heard,
sing me a song you've never sung.
Show me what you learnt TODAY,
or i set sail for Mars tomorrow.
