Lost Realms

Strange how the world shrinks while you grow up

Some of it seems so long ago

It cannot really have been me at all

As future turns to past

Premonition turns to reminiscence

Reality to mythology

Doors open wide

Somehow some memories

Are growing ever stronger

Ever clearer

As doors begin to shut

Tell me why must my childhood's oceas turn into lakes

Horizons move ever nearer

The myth is easier to comprehend

As doors are being locked

Sweet was the sun