Loss Of Color (The Golden Days)

Loss Of Color (The Golden Days)
By: Tyler Ross

Before you knew it, we were stepping out with grown shoes
Into a world moving beyond fast with nothing to lose
Get a career they said, it will be your ticket to a contented life
The next step is to set your sights on obtaining a wife
Times were changing and the American Dream was forcefully embedded
Our youth was over and what we knew became like old files shredded

Let’s go back and piece them all together
To a time where we looked odd in grandma’s knit sweaters
Long before hours of television and the over consumption of video games
Let’s relive days spent being young playing in the summer heat with just our Hanes

Memories of hide and seek or skateboarding with the neighborhood crew.
Tackle football, bikes, and cul-de-sac hockey motivation from watching D2.
We lived with the spirits inside our hearts and the imagination sprouted within our heads.
The days passed on by every time we closed our eyes under the sheets of our own beds.
Wiffle ball garage baseball and the ding-dong ditch rush
Playing tag in the streets trying to win by the arguments of a close touch
Beach escapades to the friendly quarrels revolving around competition wars
To name calling, wrestling battles, and mischievous ventures, once we step foot out our doors.

Wave bye to mom and dad because the white picket fence is gone
We had to substitute it all for a suitcase we knew was wrong
The childhood dreams are all we have left within ourselves
Let’s not abandon them by sticking to what we hate
Don’t replace true passion or let all the contribution go to waste

Let’s take a trip to the golden days
The golden days, where we didn’t have a care
These golden days, where we had scrapped knees and a fresh wave in our hair
Today we wake and find it’s not there
Let’s get going back to the golden days
The days of pure fresh breaths of air