Everything was better then.
What we have now, a pale shadow.
A grey reflection. A light now dimmed. Memory dragged from the mind by tickled senses.
Everything was better then.
Then was magic. Then unlimited.
A child’s eyes sees unfiltered.
The future was potential. Dreams unspoiled and hopes not yet dashed.
Yes, everything was better then.
Now yesterday is lost. Tomorrow is dreaded.
Fear and worry of where we’re headed.
See the young ones dance with joy, and know that someday they too will see.
That everything was better then.
-From the earliest writings of men ever discovered to date. Author unknown.
