Childhood Memories

One life is all we have.
Mine has come to a stand still.
I know not what I want to do.
So I look to memories,
Of my long gone boyhood,
Back when life was simple.
There was only frolick and play,
But alas those days of freedom,
Are long lost to the winds of time;
My dreams were only that at best,
No more shall they fill my mind,
Leaving me to stumble blindly,
Only hoping to find something to grasp in my desperate groping.
Neither shall the carelessness
Pry me from the reality
Into the sweet world of imagination.
Nay, I am forever more,
Doomed to be the pawn,
In a game of money and power.
And so my epitaph will be no different from those asleep to my left and right.