Sometimes in a daydream, you remember someone, you used to see…
Past
When people see statues,
of those who came before them,
gallant and tall…
It’s easy to look back,
and see missed opportunities,
sometimes from hindsight…
I’d like to imagine,
some ancient person,
looking up to the sky…
When we had tapes, and you’d fast forward, you could hear the tape whirl…
Pencil marks on page,
always a bit visible…
Tonight I’m going home.
I’m pumping my arms-
faster is better when porch…
It’s an odd idea,
that we can just click a button,
and the past can flood out…
I wish I could walk,
through some of my old dreams,
and try to figure out…
Finding my way through an old place,
feels like walking into my life,
as if it was on pause…
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