I got home from school
And layed down to take a nap,

But I couldn’t fall asleep.
I started to remember the simple years:

I remember when I was careless,
When life was happy and easygoing.

I remember staying outside all day,
And making a fuss of going to bed early.

I could do my homework in half an hour,
Then spend the rest of the night with my family

I aspired to go to Harvard, Yale, and MIT
And there was no doubt about it.

I was gonna be a marine biologist,
And no one was gonna stop me.

I remember the warm summer days,
The nippy winter nights,

Recess on the blacktop,
And the memories in the neighborhood.

But most importantly,
I remember my best friend.

As I sit here writing this,
I wonder whatever happened to the simple years.
Time, maturity, reality

Neighbors got older,
My best friend moved away,

Homework became a burden,
School became my life,

Family lost precious time,
And I, along with everyone else,
Was faced with reality.