Mud,
squished up between your toes. What a wonderful reminiscence of your childhood.
Back when everything was carefree and like mud, easily shaped. Your future was
blind to you, but you had faith in yourself, knowing whoever you became was the
person you were meant to be. You thought nothing bad of the outside world, and
your innocence was still there. Mud is a childhood memory that burns like a
fire. As we grow older our flame runs out, and we yearn for the years where our
lives were easily shaped, like the mud between our toes, feeling the soft, squishy
texture of wet earth beneath our feet. Instead of shaping ourselves, we become
shaped by others. We succumb to peer-pressure and slowly lose every ounce of
control in our lives that we were given. We once had the power to control our
lives. We once had the power to shape
our future. Whereas now, we're stuck in the same routine everyday wishing for
it to all go away. Our childhood memories, like mud, are fading. Our lives are
quickly shading. We're drowning fast into the great unknown. No one knows what
the next step will be, only that we will never see; what is to become of this
generation; how will we ever shape the nation? Everyone is depending on us,
when we’re still in a rut. We’re clueless on what to do, yet we are expected to
act like you. Our childhood memories are quickly fading, no one else see’s the
faking. Mud was once such a beautiful thing, never again will we see the light
it brings. Our childhood memories are quickly fading.
*I really don't know if this is what you wanted, but it's late, I'm tired, and this is the best I've got.*
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