Nostalgia Takes Over...

Everytime it rains, I become undone;
It's how I realize I can't go on.
The tears well up like the evening sun;
And, still, when it pours, I've become undone.

The wind in my hair releases my fears;
a feeling I've wished to embrace for a thousand years.
It's almost as if my death is near;
Yet, the wind always releases my fears.

The morning dew is an innocence once past;
I wish this feeling was here too last.
My life's rushing impossibly fast;
I remember the innocence that's long past.

The thunder in the sky turns my head;
Then I realise that now I'm dead.
The emptiness is what I dread;
The lightning in the sky above my head.

The tranquil mountains ease my soul;
For once in my spirit is finally whole.
One day, I hope I'll know;
What was whole inside my soul.

The wintery air is crisp again;
Now nature's my only friend.
In the snow my spirits send;
A message for kindness once again.

The empty air is now so real;
As my body begins to feel.
The air tucked around me like I'm in a seal;
In this space I'm completely real...

And, once again, I remember my past.
If only I could've made it last...