Been lost for how To save lost spaces— Backtrack in time Can't erase this
Rewinding in rhymes (over & over/ asleep & awake) Tape cassettes made In Retrospect— Spinning and remixing Sealed in semi-broken plastic covers, buried in a glove box disaster Scene ready to be rediscovered After years have passed and time has advanced Playing for all time— Sealed and safe free to replay For decades Until they are replaced
And if the universe allows it, They will never be lost again, They will always have a place To replay