It's all about the memory
the time that took
the roads we
make
the paths we tried
the ones we walked
those conversations
when you talked and
I tuned in

seeing them now
in retrospect ,
constructing different
outcomes
and out comes
the handkerchief

the biggest thief of belief
is belief itself
believing as we do
that we're the one who
will make it through to
come out safely on the
other side

and everything I tried
I tried
and tried again
for what?
the pain?

calmer now though

just to relax
turning the clock back
as and when
it's what old men
do
and
I still believe that I'll
get through
because
one has to believe in
something.