Memories cascade down the pavement,
as my mind bursts with exciment
of words unsaid, yet greatly felt.

A few stand out of the collage
and remind me of the worst days
and the best months.

It terrifies me that somewhere
through out this process
of "getting old" I lost myself.

And it horrifies me further that
I actually perfer this self.

So please steal me away
and remind my soul
of what is lost.

And what i can gain.