How can it be winter in the middle of summer?"
That depends, boy. How do your words flow?
Frost free or bitter and cold
"It depends on the situation"
Something moves within my heart
lately I want to go back
back to giant cluedo boards
on the landing with my sister and brother
I want to go back to the safety
of the times when I was unafraid
For the future of my world
For the wholeness of my soul
Back to breadboards on slides
where sister cut her knees
Where we all saw adventure
without fear for missing bees
back to the garden
Me and my brother played
Trying to breakdance
we were unafraid
lately I want to stop this ever slowing clock
Twist those hands of time right back
To where I can see myself
I want to tell myself "Never stop your dreaming"
Back to the school we went to as kids
Where a Rubik's Cube memory hold me
Even though it made me cry
I want to go back to those times
I know I should move ever on
flow with the rivers of time
I will find my way to that place
Please, just give me time to go....
back to the school wall
back to the video shop
back to the playground
back around the block
I want to visit with my younger self
I want to take his hand
I want to tell him "This all makes sense but they will never understand"
Then I shall return to the here and now
My little memory time machine
Takes me back sometimes
To the not so happy place
Still the memories are all mine
We never really had much
Just love to see us through
That is more than a cliché
It is what gets you through