We used to run in the fields
You remember it don't you?
Those instances still haunt my mind
And while we ran
And the wind blows our hair
The tall grass would bow
As our foot steps would order them to
I thought we were the only ones running then
But I just noticed that time ran with us too
And left us with two diverse paths
That we inevitably must go through
Say, why don't we run in the fields again?
And feel the familiar sensation
Of the grass and the wilted flowers beneath our feet
I bet it'll still be fun
The fields we used know are still by the countryside you see
Although these meadows we used to play in
Are now growing tall, huge buildings instead. . .