Past Perfect

By Prem

Bits and flashes of a perfect past life,

Shit had exciting days, echoes of genuine laughs.

I was more me than whatever I am right now—

Every day was a movie, but I didn't act; it was all natural around.

Take me back to the days when waking up was a blessing,

When the fishes of my dreams felt worth fetching.

When I started the day with a smile on my face,

When it wasn’t just a manipulative rat race.

When the brothers were around, and my company was profound,

When my mind’s frequency of thoughts was safe and sound.

When I wasn't ashamed of myself,

When people actually looked to me for help.

Birds chirping, my brother slurping all kinds of food,

Mama soaking sunlight under radiant blue.

No cell phones, no Wi-Fi—just moments of truth,

Pure conversation that captured the essence of youth.

My homies pull up—up goes my bliss meter,

There’s a girl that lives nearby, and I’m always eager to meet her.

Was it the innocence—the lens of a kid’s eyes,

That made fleeting moments feel larger than life?

Time keeps flowing like a fluid—but it ain’t wine,

Cause the older it gets, the more spoiled I feel in mine.

That's a strong and poetic verse—it's got soul and reflection wrapped in raw truth. Here's a cleaned-up and slightly refined version while keeping your original voice:

Cold-hearted people I met,

Then made them comfortable

Comfortable seats, I was the drive,

The wheels of my journey unstoppable.

Dull moments—we flipped them, made 'em flash,

Stories of  my life worth so much ,turned dust into cash.

Tales of my past, if I keep telling them still,

I’ll be a prisoner of nostalgia—no bail, no will.

By Prem