I remember how enthusiastic we used to be,
Often, danced in front of the TV.
Made gravity defying buildings with clay,
And woke up early to watch cartoons on a Sunday.
We used to go out without caring how our hair looks,
Always had our nose buried in coloring books.
We used to spend our evenings running around in a park,
Then discussed ghost stories when it got dark.
Somewhere along the way, we forgot how to live,
Stopped noticing the happiness that little moments give.
Now, sans smile is how our days start,
Because we’ve grown accustomed to existing with an empty soul and a heavy heart.