Dreiton

Sometimes when I sit alone

To make it feel like home

I turn on a song that reminds me

Of before I was grown

It has no words

Nobody is able to

Tell me a story in the chorus

Because the story is mine

And the story is yours

Back when you were nine

And we’d prepare all day

Just to go into a mine

Where we could explore forever

And the fear we felt

Was only in our minds

Because it wasn’t real

The only real was the time

Bonding together like iron

Two swords growing sharper with time

Back when carpet lines

Was what stressed out my mind

So I’d push the button

See the glowing green outline

On that box that was much more valuable

Than the entertainment it provided

Because to us it was escape

Escape where we could find

A place to go

Where nobody roams

But you and I 

In our own personal world

Where people never die

And you don’t grow older

You just keep getting closer

To the dream we imagined

But one day

We turned off the game

And left, went our separate ways

And the world we created

No longer grows

It just sits still

No longer being shaped

By two boys’ imagination

Because that box is outdated

Replaced by a playstation

But I can still hear you say

“You want to play, Mason?”

And we’d play all day

Listening to Dreiton.

…

It’s not really the same

When it doesn’t play on the game

But instead from Apple Music

But it’s enough to keep me sane

A nostalgia so strong

I almost feel pain

From a memory so clear

I could almost tell you the day

Sometime in the summer

Perhaps a Tuesday

And it was in July

Close to my birthday

Which I wish never came

Because all it means

Is at some point 

You have to turn the page

Kick up my feet

Listen on repeat

But it’ll never be

Like when I was younger, thirteen.