I forget my childhood

Here I am grown
But who I was I don’t know
Today all seems so
Distant, dim without glow

As now I forget my childhood
Growing old is a bet of manhood

Nobody can know
Why I’m a nostalgic soul
Along this walk
I collect millions of thoughts

That don’t belong to my today’s mood
But often they in distance can loom

Past is sometimes a tear
Into my dreams
It sweeps my childish knees
And then go to change my heartbeat
And so can show why I am me

Also the place
It seems completely change
There is no trace
Of pupils, all is erased

But I need to believe somewhere
There is still a sign of that age

Past is sometimes a tear
Into my dreams
It sweeps my childish knees
And then go to change my heartbeat
And so can show why I am me