Walk with the past

 Walk with the past

Lucky enough I am to be so close to where I grew up. Motifs hang with me through the years. Places that have remained unchanged take me back to a moment that passed decades ago. Grateful I am for the places I’d been and the places I’d seen when I was a teen. 

Wishing these things would never change is what we do as we age. Reminiscing the times where it was simple and each day was a new adventure of its own. I ran so fast through these streets I knew, the sky was always so blue.

Rerun now, is what I’d do, back to a time where skies were blue. Now I’ve grown and things have changed, places painted and rearranged. But now I sit in matted grass. Thinking about my amazing past.