Nostalgia

Once upon a line
I could express what I felt
Once I was strong and shined
I could test what I felt
Rationalize what I seemed to fully feel
and what fully filled the
Fantastical methodology so magical
The past is a pale full of stale water
Which I wish wouldn’t bother me
The old surfaces and it lusts for regression
The scolding mirth of this is the gusts of a swirling psychosomatic session