I sit and I look upon my shelves
Every item a reflection of myself
The silver memories pulled from my mind
Collect dust where they sat when I left them behind

I walk among them, now strangers to me
Wondering if in one of these wisps I was happy
Its been so long since I felt it's grace
I might feel it again if I could only find the place

The memories flow through me like sand through a sieve
But some things are missing from these scenes I relive
I cannot remember when I stopped climbing trees
Or when I began to fear scrapped elbows and knees

When the love of the journey was replaced by destination
Forcing countless adventurers into reluctant resignation
Or when the floor finally turned back into stone
And Teddy stopped talking, leaving me all alone

I remember yards, so many, and playgrounds and parks
Adventures with friends until just before dark
While in these thoughts I linger, something becomes clear
Though I may not be now, I was happy here