Unchanging life

Feels like the first summer
when we were young and restless
when the horizons were filled with joys
when we used to dream
when we used to trust
when we used to please
when we did not like to compete
when we used to ask everything
and not assume anything
when we used to feel sad for poor and miserable
when we used to be afraid
afraid of ghosts and not humans
when we used love everyone, back

When we were we
and not them

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Sometimes, you feel to rebel against the process of becoming more practical and acceptable.