When I hear the music of the late sixties,
synapses are firing around,
feeling the joy of a child without worries.
Then the pain hits.
This is GONE !
<< This is nostalgia >>
But I don’t have worries now,
so why having to feel the pain?
Why wanting to go back?
Can’t I just be the child without worries
and right now enjoy the memory of childhood
and at the same time enjoy the music of those years?
Mind, mind, what are you doing to me!