Oh, to go back to the old times,
to be too young to understand,
that what was going on in these minds and lives and commands of ours,
yours
but
also
mine,
was a terribly huge flaw in our thought processes.
a flaw produced by expectations only.
And, oh, to be happy living in this fog of lies again,
instead of clearing the sky,
but smearing the others' glasses,
everything in order to keep the consequences blurred.