In the land of lost content, irregular shadows play,

Stronger memories are now fading in the light of day.

We've harvested all those yesteryear fields where dreams were spent,

Whilst on the wistful journey to the land of lost content.

 

Through autumn's fallen leaves, through libraries of tales untold,

Wayward laughter set in a gallery of smiling gold.

Where your pounding heart recalls those happier moments spent,

Where hope of love now grounded in the land of lost content.

 

Barren winter meadows adorned with bright blooms of regret,

Footprints across expansive time, the soul cannot forget.

Nostalgia holds the bittersweet of the oh-so-frequent,

Navigating the pathways of the land of lost content.

 

Every step towards demise, there's a yearning to reclaim,

The treasures of your youthful joy, the echoes of the same.

In the past, we found our solace without paying any rent,

Melancholic reflections in the land of lost content.