The residence we reside in can be a bore…
All we are leaving behind has defiantly been done before.
Friends, acquaintances, relatives are left behind…
Traveling to this distant small town is like pressing rewind.

My past life arbitrarily radiates our oncoming destination.
Vivid, yet vague, memories fill my mind as we arrive in town.
We look down the one lane street as she asks a question.
Much of these replies are flying around.

Old school house, baseball field, and cracked stones come alive.
Passing these often lucid memoirs;
They remind me of a better time once we arrive.
All I want to do is remember…

All I need to do is show her,
But show her my past, and most of all the future.
We don’t know what’s to come around here.
From here to eternity, all we can do is try to mature…