When I Could Roam Unfretted

Pull the wool over my eyes, Make me feel secure. For all this confusion all around, Is not something I wish to endure. Bring back a time when I was young When everything was bright with colour A time when everything was easier, Nights when I would sit cuddled with my mother. A place and time of hope Hope for the future, positiveness. How far our hope has fallen Our old hopes and dreams now known to be ridiculous. Now people care about other things More ‘important’ things obscure Their minds, their hearts, their souls Some things that for which we know no cure. Give me back the times now lost The times where unfretted we would roam A time when we did not know so much A time when we thought we were safe in our home. All the innocence and naivety We once dwelt in, sweet bliss For is knowledge so much better? Would anyone consider this something they miss? Give me back the days when I was younger, When I could roam unfretted.