Searching for her down memory lane

Here I am trying to be the kid again.
Following my shadow on the streets where I played till Dawn.
Trying to fit into the school desks that I've outgrown.
Reading the jokes at which once I laughed till I had stomach ache.
Watching the movies I saw when I had my first heartbreak.

Here I am trying to find that kid.
Who watched dreams without any lid.
The one who believed and did.
One who was extremely naive and saw only the good in everyone.
And would optimiscally say that the story has just begun.
I looked for her at the places she liked
Visited the memories that made her thrive...

Those jokes aren't funny now,
Those movies don't affect me somehow.
Was she really once me,
Or a piece of imagination I once believed?