Back to the Past

I wanna go back to the past
My lovely hometown
Where I had lived
For the first eight years of my life.

I love my hometown.
The trees
The stray cats
We feed with our leftover dinner.
The night is great.
Breeezy.
Relaxed.
Eating the persimmons
My mom sliced for me
When I begged her to.

Perhaps its the age
It was so carefree
No worries
Things go by smoothly
Time never runs out.
I play with my dolls
Day and night
School, home, sleep.
No rush.

Is it really?
They say
You get more responsiblilities
As you grow older
And I was left wondering
Time runs out as quickly too
Ain't it?

Then I would rather not grow up
Be a lil' baby
A toddler
In my mom's arms
Nothing for me to worry about
Living in my own world
Sweet dreams every night.

But I guess I don't need to go back to the past.
No i don't need a time-traveller machine
Or any shit.
Cause I'm already
Living in the past.
I can't help it.