Nostalgia

Upon your throne you sit and dream,
Of days gone by, and days that seem,
To last forever in your mind,
But which again, you cannot find.

You reminisce, of days gone past,
That you had always thought would last.
But all they do is hold you back,
Your mind is stuck, on what you lack.

So leave behind the things you've lost,
And take in hand what you love most.
Nostalgia has a hefty price,
And is indeed a vicious vice.