Everything

I miss almost everything,
from the old times.
Yet, it wasn't that good.
And though it was harmful,
I miss for everything I did.

To the time when I was younger,
when I was so stupid,
to the time when no one loved for real.
When we couldn't write more than three lines,
have joy of world of mine,
and having a great zeal.

And now it's gone,
and now it's even better.
Oh, it's simply "rocks",
but I miss everything I did there.
Almost everything I could.

Everything I hate,
everything I did.
Everything I feared of,
everything I hate,
everything I knew.
Everything was there,
but yet,
today it's better.