Is There a Path Back Home?

I remember when they told stories about a different world, about a lost

world, a time when no one was watching and when the

streets belonged to us, when the skies belonged to the birds

and the trees were alive for the wind, a time when our thoughts

were our own, a time when we could choose our own path, stories

of a different world where everyone was free. And

then I wonder, if that was all true, how did we end up here?

How can we lose something so beautiful only to replace it with something