I have keys to houses that no longer stand and now only exsist in my mind
I walk through them in memories like traveling in time
As if I could walk through the door and the world goes back to how it was back then
I'd love to vacation to a time, not a place. Not a where, but a when
Although, not everything has to fade and disappear
Some things seem frozen in time that haven't changed in years
It's a comfort, like time doesn't exsist at all
Songs, places, faces. Forgotten moments and feelings recalled