We often follow the values that were instigated into us in our childhood.
Talking to my younger self today
Looking at myself back in the way.
Nothing is changing everyday
But as I look back, time has passed away.
The time that had a treasure box
Of tight hugs and a paradox.
Paradox of so many realities
Away from accustomed formalities.
As I grow up I relate to mom and dad
As a kid too, I wish at times I had.
It’ll never be easy to be in their shoes
As a young girl, I loved moms big shoes.
Going back in time, regretting a little too
Of mistakes I made and for whining so much too.
But today when I see this grown up girl in me
I think of how years passed and how I became me.
Getting to know myself better I had a word
With my younger self about this world.
Asking that kid to forget about the pasts
And to think about all the treasure that lasts.
And as a result I’ll run back into dad’s arms again
The way I did as a young child then.
I’ll kiss my mom and bring back the lost time
For my younger self knows it was pretty sublime.