I am re-visiting the past today,
just like I did yesterday,
And I am sure to go back tomorrow,
To be with dear people I know,
In places which no longer exist,
To relive experiences missed,
To assess and blush, laugh or frown,
Sometimes even let a tear down,
To celebrate, dispute, regret and yield,
Maybe have a few wounds healed.
In these stories that are forever set,
I dig and find old dreams and men dead.
I quest for the slightest chance,
For so much has changed in a glance,
to comfort myself.