Colors of nostalgia..

Like little coloured raindrops sliding down a glass pane, they pass you by..
Moments that make it all worthwile..
They speak to you, in twinkling lights.. and subtle signs.
Behind insatiable minds and a guilt ridden conscience, you fail to see

You've been warped by the sands of time..
By the complexities of a gluttonous mind..
The simple things don't make sense anymore.. they're just whisked away
Tucked under the blankets of happier times..

You're oblivious to the beauty of the little droplets,
To the smiles, in this life of strife.
For if you were to slow things down and look..
In those moments, you would've lived your life.