No matter if the day was good or bad;
No matter what experience I had,
Or if the world around me seems unreal;
No matter if the sunlight seems to peel
The surface off my eyelids 'til I'm mad;
Or I conceive myself an undergrad
With hair unwhitened and a spine of steel;
No matter how I age or I decay,
No matter how I joy in my delights;
No matter if I struggle every day
Or wander wondering past wondrous sights,
The smell of lilacs, no matter how mild
Will bring me back to when I was a child.
