The Ultimate Nostalgia
People get Nostalgic
This is what they do
They start to miss each color
Each Place
Each thing they knew
We call this feeling Nostalgia
A fondness for the past
A fondness for the past
But does it get another name
When all that’s passed is past?
I’m scared for that Nostalgia
Where everyone must go
Because I already miss each thing
Each place
Each person that I know
I’m sad in this Nostalgia
And it hasn’t happened yet
But I can already feel my longing
For each place
Each person I’ve met
The ultimate Nostalgia,
It happens when we die
When each person,
Place,
and thing we’ve seen has gone
And we must say goodbye
We can’t escape this Nostalgia
It happens everyday
What happens when we go?
Do our memories just fade away?
I dread this Nostalgia
With words I cannot say
I refuse to die.
I refuse to go.
I refuse to fade away.
I hate this Nostalgia
My fondness for my past
It saddens me to think
That one day,
All that can pass…will pass.
