just real life

We met to talk, just like that,

Played in the fields where the world was still simple
Run through forests full of secrets,
Pressed noses against shop windows, a candy cane for a few pennies.

We weren't the best behaved, but we had respect. Every little wound healed with a bandage,

No photos, just the images in our heads, a treasure that lasts forever
No account, just a name on the doorbell.

Everyone has their own old time, it calls to us, an echo of our thoughts.

So much has changed, ever faster.

Cardboard tents, our castle, built so quickly
Steel roller skates that we trusted on the asphalt
Potatoes in the campfire, a taste of freedom
Night hikes with ghosts,

That was our social media, real and unpretentious
Every memory a picture that we still like to this day.

 No photos, just in our minds, a treasure that lasts forever
No account, just a name on the doorbell, everyone has their own past, it calls to us, an echo of thoughts.

So much has changed, ever faster.

It's not worse, not better, just different now.

The digital wave has redefined many things.

But these old images, which reside deep within us,
are worth more than likes and shares.

No photos, just in our minds, a treasure that lasts forever.
No account, just real life in the wide, colorful world.
The old days, they call to us, a soft echo.
So much has changed, but the core remains, my treasure.

Safely preserved to this day, cherished in our minds.

Childhood shapes each of us, unforgettable stories to tell.

Zionwave, Reggae, melancholisch