No more of those childhood memories

I walked through a neighborhood today, that used to be wood,

Now the houses tower as high as the trees,

I stood in a hallway, that used to lead no where,

Instead of this perpetual motion of mundane echoed steps.

that ring out forever in the wood that used to be,

It is no longer, it's ceased to exist,

merely left-over tree's standing in solitude,

I'm aware of their exisistance,

I'm aware of their purpose,

I'm aware that they used to be copious,

Now look around, you're sure to have found,

Them no more, 

Decrepit and moldy,

The youth, inconsistent and folly,

Remember where it begins,

and It'll lead you to the end,

The End

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