I hear the scattering leaves beyond my window
It reminds me of things I knew so long ago
How to hold a ball and just when to throw
The sound of a hundred boots tromping through the snow
When there was no question as to where I'd go
A superstar in the spotlight, the man in the moon
We knew without doubt that we'd all be there soon
Filled with the urgency of things that children do
Just as our instructors said, lacking even a single clue
Oblivious to the world around us, no matter how we grew
The feel of card stock in our hands
The smell of Autumn settling on the land
Plastic and wires coming to take all our time
Without a single worry to weigh on our minds
But these things have long since come to pass
Each gone our own ways with the splitting of the class
Our childhood minds as green as corroded brass
And with the shards of dreams sparkling like shattered glass
We each learned to buckle and join the faceless mass
And for all the places I might have been
Or all those things I may have seen
I can only spend my nights chasing lost dreams
To spend the days wondering when it all lost mean...
Wow great images here! Especially the very first verse.
Company! Attention! Present Arms! Order Arms!
xD I am not sure what you mean by this at all!
No problem. I poorly expressed a very personal memory of mine. I'm not sure I could express it to the extent that you'll empathize or understand but I'll try: Without writing a paragraph, it reminds me of attending the ramp ceremonies for a few soldiers whom which I had the privilege to serve.
Ah, I get it.
So long as the memories weren't too painful I'm glad I could evoke such feelings.
Pain is learning in disguise.
I just want you to know that your writing has given me comfort in the realization they're always with me. I know it might not be what you meant but I think great writing has a slight touch of ambiguity to make it relatable for many different people. Great writing