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Taste of Raspberries

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Published: Jul 24, 2007

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Look at how far we've come
The old days, sun on my shoulders
Free to roam, room to be
Secrets hidden in every corner
Taste of raspberries on my tongue

Beauty surrounding, an endless landscape
New birth all around
We never knew what wanting was
Adventures come and go
With each new day
No friends, but what did it matter?
I had myself, my imagination,
My freedom to be who I wanted to be
Live my life, and I didn't mind
When I had the taste of raspberries

Then, change.

A sudden announcement,
A different plan,
Dig up the roots and lay them down elsewhere
Somewhere without trees, without flowers
No deer roaming - no beauty
No more raspberries.

Stripped bare, my life packed in boxes
And my heart somewhere far behind
Why didn't I say goodbye?
A new life, new hope, new dreams, new future
In a place that doesn't understand
They eye me like a wild animal
As I trudge through puddles
The cliques all watch and whisper
And shy away when I draw near
None of them has ever tasted a raspberry.

But soon, the dawn
The old may be gone, but the new is here to stay
A new world, different perspective
Life slowly returns
Beauty emerges
Mysteries arise once more

The same sun shines on my shoulders
As it did years ago
And I remember it all with a smile on my face
And the taste of raspberries on my tongue...

This one is something I'm extremely proud of. It's about my old house, and growing up. We had a huge backyard, with a deck and a pool and huge pine trees and best of all, raspberry bushes. I used to go out there and pick all the raspberries and eat them. Like it says, I only really had one friend to speak of, and we had a sort of love-hate relationship - I'd be his best friend one week, then hate his guts the next. But I didn't mind not having friends. I was happy.

Then we moved, and after we moved, I went into a period of depression. I didn't talk to anyone (on purpose), never smiled, and just really hated life in general. It didn't help it that my ADD was starting to become obvious, and that the first teacher I had here was horrible. But just recently, about five years after the move, I came out of that depression, and now I'm happy again. And this is about eating fresh raspberries and remembering my old house.