I Remember, I Reminisce

I remember,
I reminisce,

When I was little and 'immature'.
I would cry, no doubt.
But laugh, even brighter.
Nothing meant too much.
I came with no ties.
Independent connected only,
To the supreme.

It wasn't suppose to last long
Or was it, but it didn't
Because I didn't let it?
Maybe I didn't have to be attached
I didn't have to crave elation
No regrets, no ego, no pain
But I wasn't taught ever
To stay sufficient and unaffected.

I remember,
I reminisce.






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