It takes a while to bury it, might take a minute or a month, maybe a year or two, maybe a life time. It's up to you. It's something that was given to you, a gift, a treasure, so bury it. It's a lesson that was taught to you on how to treat people when you go through, life and it's ups and downs, twists and turns, skids on the rug, knees marked with burns. As the clock keeps turned, and the memories are burned, frowns turn to smiles, and feet walk miles, no shoes no service, but somewhere there's a place, for all of us to go, and memories get erased, grudges wash away, flowers bloom again, a minute feels like a year, one foot feels like it's ten, until that time I'll hold my pen, and keep the ink coming out because that is when, my mind goes free and memories escape, the leaves get swept by the fingers of the rake. On a fall day I will find it new, something that I didn't know I could do, love again, and feel myself, in love again with someone else, the girl I saw in my dream, on an autumn day, I'll forget my jacket, and leave it at her place. A knock at the door I'm back again, to continue this love that I saw in my dream. A place we can all go, somewhere to escape. That is where I will be, when this memory is erased.