Nostolgia

I remember when the raindrops sang songs to me at night when I was alone,
When the night sky screamed terrors above my shaking hands.
I remember when the stars were the roots of my fantasy,
And the couch was where I performed.

I remember when life used to be a circus, 
With a crowd of faces, all filing around me,
Peanuts in hand, and cameras at bay.
And how I longed to be the clown.
Oh how I longed...
Yet all I remained, 
And all that I was, 
Was the same caged animal.

I remember when ring pops, meant power. 
And how coins seemed so much more valuable than bills.
I remember when the Jazz played the Bulls,
And how I didn't understand why everyone was yelling. 

I remember when I didn't remember, 
when I didn't 
remember.

Those were the times.