LOOKING BACK

Today the weather is perfect for writing a poem, my mind is sufficiently tangled, and there is an incredible view in front of me.
I can smell my mother's apple pie, and the chorus of a song from my childhood whispers to me as if calling me back to those years.
Even though I have a lot of work to do tomorrow morning, I can't help but think about visiting my childhood. Can I return to my bed before it's too late tonight?
I've procrastinated life carelessly enough so far, and this time I don't want to delay. But if I go, can I really make it back home by evening?
It's worth a try, isn't it?
I must urgently prepare a to-do list and hit the road.
First, I should visit my first love, then I must not forget to play with my favorite playmates until we're tired.
And there's no harm in causing a little mischief until it's time to go home.
As soon as I get home, I'll have to apologize to my family for every moment I've hurt them.
And in my journal, I must write in capital letters as advice to my future self: I must not forget that life is the most beautiful gift given to me, that I must wake up every day with a thousand hopes, that I must smile at life despite the bad days.