In a field full of Blossoms

The flowing wind at the crack of dawn, Sometimes I wonder, what went wrong? I grew up too fast, wanting to fit in. But now I want to go back, back when, back then. Missing the freedom, where everything was not amiss. But all that people care about is finding some "fix." The creative minds we all once had, Are now dying in a place that has now gone bad. In a field of blossoms, a time where it is now bittersweet, Nothing can stop me from wanting to retreat. I see the light of day when I close my eyes and sleep. Telling younger me, "Don't fret or weep"