Remember

I remember a time when food tasted sweeter, the air was fresher, the skies were brighter and people were more forgiving.

I remember a time when the path set before me was clear, when goals were goals and not a lifetime achievement.

I still remember a time when I knew where I wanted to go, who to meet, what to do. Times when we'd say, "A wrist-watch is nothing more than a form of portable oppression tool that dictates everything. You should take it off." Because there's never enough time. When days come to an end too soon and waking up early is still too late. That you must never let the golden hours slip by. Even though, some of them are only golden when we let them slip by.