Those days.

If in fact we ever meet again old friend we shall sit by the campfire, and talk of the times that once were and will will never be again. Listening to music play and watching the sun fade. Still talking about those days. Life didn't make sense then, and it doesn't now, not knowing where we were going or where were headed now. It just made sense to sit down, and talk about, those days when we'd wander about through the trees, through the leaves, exploring the world and making our own way. Back when life was a simple thing, we didn't understand a thing, ignorance was bliss back when we were kids.