Was a time,
Walking the hill and valley,
Wonder did seize my being,
Being did seize the wonder of me,
Looking meant the same as seeing.

Was a time,
Seemed my intellect was sharper,
Spiritual awareness more clear,
Time suspended, horizons farther,
Walked through life, void of fear.

Was a time
Mankind was my flesh and blood
Newspapers brought tears to the eye
Beauty transcended the bloody mud
Heaven could be seen in the sky

Was a time,
Complexities came into focus,
And meaning was quite clear.
Open the eyes, hocus pocus,
Truth was honest and sincere.

Came a time,
Seeming burned out and older,
With family, grabbing for a career,
Survival harder, temperament colder,
Could cry if left one righteous tear.

Has come the time,
Truth be more vague than ever.
All past understanding seems nil.
Before it can fade into never,
I pray for return to the hill.

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