Sometimes a little reflection can be a good thing.
Lost Youth
Once long ago, so very long ago
There was a certain kind of magic in life
That let you see suffering,
Without suffering yourself
That let you hurt
Without feeling the pain
That let you view death
But left you feeling indestructible
That let you be at peace
When all around you was in turmoil
Oh how I wish for those days gone by,
When I could laugh, when I could cry
When everything was so important,
But never really mattered