Why I miss you, my good old days.

You splashy taken away my innocent childhood with a blinge of fringy naughtiness.
You flashily make me a one old soul with a frankly swiper of an old car with tackiness.

I miss you my good old days.

Because

You are those days.

When I forbidden to lose my peace for a bumpy cheese.

But

Now

The all over game has changed with a creepy creamy chaos that screeches.

All over my soul and peace.

I know

Yeah

I know

They wouldn’t be back.

As I am preoccupied with my workload of extra scratch.

I wonder I can afford that life very easily but I wouldn’t go that way now.

I wonder if I can leave all my comforts for that simple living?

In the woods

With eternal peace and no desires.

With no brands and no fire.

With no lip smacking dishes and no prescriptions.

With no responsibilities and no subscriptions

With no you and no me.

However

A free soul wanders lusting for no desire.