Nostalgia

Oh, when I was young
The distance was golden and bright.
Its glittering light
Shone like the edge of a new sharpened knife.
Now each day dulls the blade
And each loss takes a little more life,
And at night I’m afraid
Of all of the failures I haven’t yet made.
I made up my mind
Once upon a time
That the future was mine
And the past would be something I was leaving behind.
Now I’m never quite sure
If I can shout without losing my voice.
I still long to be heard
But with every choice am I making it worse?