Early Times

Early times are the best times,
Purity of heart, purity of mind.
Focused on the ends,
Irrelevant the means
Thoughtful of each other,
Focused on our dream.

But in us shadows linger,
Clouds in clear sky eyes.
Use our righteous means,
To take for me what’s mine.
Inheritance unjustified.
Stolen lives in which to hide.

What if we wander back,
To the point where we began?
Where being all about me,
Meant being all about them.