The old me

How I wish I was as innocent and naive as I used to be 3 or 4 years ago.
I enjoyed dreaming of fairy tales,
I enjoyed looking at a leaf dancing in the wind
I enjoyed drawing a tree standing almost leafless in the fall
I enjoyed talking to myself out loud in front of a mirror
I had dreams that I barely remember now
I had feelings that I can hardly recall
Maybe I've made progress with people but I almost lost this connection that I had with myself
I miss the old me..I really do..