When my heart yearns for days gone by,
I close my eyes and take trips down memory lane.
Hoping that those would give me enough fire to go by,
I stop for a while and marvel at those memories I'd like to remain.
I begin to hear the fluttering of a heart wanting to cling on to the comforts of familiarity,
There, heart and mind meet and go over the hills and the thrills.
Pushing through the winds that beckon me in and attempt to make my heart dwell in past reality,
I flirt with the idea of going back to each experience that my heart fulfills.
When my heart yearns for days gone by,
Longing to dance again and run at unstoppable speeds.
I take a step back and remind my heart it is now time to fly.
But my heart only knows what it knows and what it has felt before and that's what it believes it needs.
See, my heart yearns for days gone by, and it has yet to learn to be still.
I take a deep breath and look up to the sky, and acknowledge that all it wants is to live out it's zeal.
But dear heart, let go of the days gone by, use them only as reference.
Trust in yourself holding on for dear life to your perseverance.
Those days are gone, learn from them what you had to,
And trust that they have fulfilled their purpose and they have been good to you.
