LOST THE SUMMER

                                                                             FAMILIAR

You don’t have to when you don’t want to!

I know why you do it,

I know what makes you do it,

But believe me,

The definition the world told you of happiness;

Can be molded,

You can mould it into your own colours,

                                     Your own destiny,

                                     Your own constellation of stars,

The eternal happiness you feel when you get the epiphany of feeling like your old self,

The old carefree self which was beyond society and its rules,

That soul feels distinct to this soul,

But somewhere, somehow feels familiar,

Can it come back?

Yes, it can.

It was you all along,

You just felt the epiphany of how familiar these two souls are,

How the paradox called world made you believe the other way

Come back around.