I Miss the Days

In the hush of twilight's golden haze,
I close my eyes and wander through a maze,
Of memories that softly blaze,
Oh, how I miss the days.

When we would ride our bikes on lanes,
Laughing freely, no burdens or chains,
Our smiles pure, hearts devoid of stains,
Innocence wrapped in youthful strains.

We'd weave stories, pretending to make "movies",
Imaginations soaring, dreams like smoothies,
Each scene a canvas, painted groovy,
Life a melody, pure and bluesy.

But now my mind, once crystal clear,
Is clouded by anxiety, drawing near,
Depression whispers, planting fear,
Shadows creeping, drawing near.

I long for days when hope shone bright,
Unblemished by negativity's blight,
Before darkness descended, cloaked in night,
And dreams took flight, out of sight.

There was a time when light prevailed,
Before the storm, before we sailed,
Into the darkness, where we wailed,
Lost in memories, love curtailed.

Oh, how I miss the days of old,
When life was simple, stories untold,
Innocence wrapped in threads of gold,
In that distant era, a tale so bold.

I yearn for the sunlit days of yore,
When laughter danced, hearts did soar,
Before the tempest, before the lore,
I pine for those days, forevermore.