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Sometimes I wish I could go back to the much simpler times

Revert to having some innocence, rewind

Sometimes I wish I could wake back up every day on that farm

I felt invincible there long ago, away from all harm

In those peaceful fields I would lay

And my mind slowly in the sun would drift away

Not yet infected by the world’s decay

Sometimes I wish I could go back to those much simpler days

If not for meeting you to the past I would return

Dive into the haze of early memories and let the present burn

As I’ve grown older I’ve certainly grown colder

As I’ve seen and learned more I want to know only what I knew in the forgotten before

A carefree walk in the woods

Back then it was possible, now if I only could

My mind currently consumed with so much black fog

Now carefree can never again be

In those endless beautiful fields I would lay

Wouldn’t worry where my mind would go if it drifted away

Now so much black fog inside of me

Now carefree can never again be

On a walk so many years ago

With innocence still so strong from head to toe

I saw a haunting image that stuck with me

A cow rotting alone, dead by an old lonely tree

It was alive but now it's dead

Hollow eyes and it fills me with dread

It is sure to get up and come after me

Once alive but now its skin slowly disappearing

Suddenly things didn’t feel the way they did a bit before

I saw the rot that for my brain was in store

Now so many things I cannot unsee

Just like the rotting cow by the lonely old tree

Now so many things I cannot unknow

I’ve gone too far to turn back

Only forward with this struggle can I go

I miss those bright carefree days

In the time before the spread of logic’s ruthless decay

I miss those fields in which I would calmly lay

Immersed in memories of when I had no fear of letting my mind drift far away

A carefree walk in the woods

Back then it was possible, now if I only could

My mind currently consumed with so much black fog

Now carefree can never again be

In those endless beautiful fields I would lay

Wouldn’t worry where my mind would go if it drifted away

Now so much black fog inside of me

Now carefree can never again be

By Adam Keith McElwain

Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry