Time trips are always the best kind, they allow you to see only what you want to see.

Walking down the back roads
of a memory
I stop and find things
that use to be

Like a lover
in the child hood years
a warm friendly touch
that took away the fear

The awkwardness of a first kiss
passion running wild
the happiness that can only
be found when you’re a child

The warm sunlight
the tall grass by rivers edge
the warmth of summer love
made in natures bed

The joy of being in there
such along time ago
Memories of youth
now where did they go

Walking down the back road
of a memory
I wonder if she
ever thinks of we