Lost in that endless
maze, my memory lane
Trapped I am in that
familiar snare.
To leave it behind
would inflict pain,
Which I know not if I
am ready to bear.
Dwelling upon old
memories sweet,
Hours long, I can
willingly spend.
The pace of the
present, I’m unable to beat
The rigid walls of
time, I wish I could bend.
With distrust in my
eyes I do view,
(Reluctant to accept,
to make it my own)
All present trials
and ventures new.
Everything I have,
merely from the past, a loan.
