The root of all good

There is some good in me, there is happiness dug deep, a pleasant eyed me,
There is that; what can help me be, everything I now am not, yet want to be.
So I look into the deep abyss to look. Into what stares me back, I look.
Smiling figures from the past, an innocence passed by, an end that seemed to never end,
It stares back, still smiling back from it's recede. That smile slowly fading.
I look, into what stares back, the smile slowly fading from the dreams it had,
Where lay the dormant happiness,
I try to find it.
It's lost..
In time, and it's harsh timings.

Good is as good as I let good be, I understand,
Good is the way we want other people to see.
Yet that good, dug deep in it's recede, is happy,
While I'm not.
Yet that good just stays dug deep, in it's recede, and happy,
While I'm not.

A part of me is inside, somewhere, not wanting to surface, I'm not to blame,
It's the fault of time, the insurmountable, the root of the disdain,
What I was, is happy, as always it has been. Seeing everything my way, and me in everything,
Yet these differences that are, it was the fault of time, that I see,
Everything different,
It was time that changed me.

From change, there is no escape. The only escape is change,
From which there is no escape.
What I am now, from what I was then, is a difference in time,
Only.
Yet now I am judged,
And I judge,
Yet now I am biased,
And grudged,
Yet now I feel regret,
And I disappoint,
Yet all that lay between me, and what I was, is just time.

I have that good in me, still. So I cling to what is left,
Of what I was, the happiness, the good. Hopeful to foster some,
To dig it up, from it's recede, where it still lies smiling,
Upon what I've become.
The difference of time, though insurmountable, I want to tread,
I want to go back and become me, I want to dream
Again.
I want to bridge this gap, over the void that was made, I want to cross,
Over to the other side, where once again I wont be judged,
Once again I wont judge,
Once again I wont bias, and be grudged.
Back to the me with no expectations,
That is the me I want to be, that is the me I want the world to see.
Back, to the root of all good.