Echoes of yesterday

The world, a child, so nostalgic, I lingers for old days, what a magic.  But now, today, is full of tragic.  A once written book, past from my look,  Chained inside me, it never be took. from the note I open, I'll never see it again, Too far to touch, a distant, to write with my pen. It is written, for even I'm bitten within— My thoughts, memories, now it's very thin, I just want to go back where I want to begin.  A history, a past, where world were vast, Wind swirling, bird's gust along with it's dust,  Tough time never last, only tough people last. The world fasten it's motion—rapid without caution. Time flies, I hope this just a fiction. -Marz