Old Times.


Old Times.

It feels exhilarating,

This nostalgia,

In a beautiful moment,

Despite the tears streaming down my face.


I find myself,

In my spot, my place,

This tranquil space,

The cozy, solitary staircase.


Here I was,

Three years ago,

Pouring my heart out,

Letting the ink flow.


I sit now,

In that same spot,

Where I began my journey,

Finding peace in all I've achieved.


Yet, that wasn't the only reason;

I am here to write,

And write today, I did,

Of the journey from being an eccentric kid to being a man.


All these years,

I've rhymed rhymes,

Lost count, I done it countless times;

Here now, it feels pleasant, like old times...

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