Somewhere over the mountain, down the valley lies a precious gem. Hidden in plain sight, they said only King Arthur's kind can find it. I found that gem once, but it wasn't mine so I let it go. What is a gold nugget worth if it isn't yours?
The heat wave runs smoothly over my face, my pores bleeding sweats cooling my skin.
I stayed under the shade where it is the only place to catch a wave of filter cool air.
It's been so long since I went back to the place where I befriended at of you. Time was not important back time, but now it's impossible to slow down time.
I used to have a childhood friend who was funny, but nice. I wonder what became of him. Actually what have become of all my childhood friends. So many, but in the end only a few are left.
Farewell childhood friends