Belittled Dreams

I have returned to find 
In the familiar lanes 
In the pockets we all know 
The vestiges we had left 
I have returned to see you
In memories I can gather
The memories of innocence 
In which we were naive 
Impulse was the steam 
Little was the grand life 
But life so complete 
Nothing could replace it
We didn't outgrow it
We drifted and were lost
In deep oblivion 
How effortless it is to think 
To appreciate its past glory 
And to stand with a smile 
With the dreams belittled.