Going back to memory lane
Holding the picture to see what I experienced, good or not
Dusting away my dusty, rusty memories
Smiling, frowning down that long windy road of mine
Realizing you can't go back to that moment
Realizing that next time. . .
You'll keep it, capture it and treasure it
And you'll realize how much that memory had meant once you go back to memory land once again