My favorite road is ‘memory lane’ because it leads to a place I love to be. A Place where laughter isn’t hard to come by and smiles aren’t so expensive to buy. A place where worry and anxiety are strange faces And depression and loneliness are rare cases. A place where forgiveness is accessed in an instant  and grudges always seem to be distant. A place where duty is fun and the closest thing to ****** is a water gun. A place where my bills pay themselves and clothes magically get folded and  sit in my shelves. A place where non-skeptical conformity can be tolerated because belief is easy. My eyes are shut by bars of the present but tears still escape their prison and dance along to the sad realization that I may never see that place again for one good reason; I am grown now. The closest things to true happiness are my childhood memories, so I spend my time walking down memory lane. Hoping that the further I walk down the road, the closer I get to the place I love to be.