Wanderlust

I can feel these words circling in my head like mystic waters tickled by a breeze
I can feel every burden escaping; Gone with the wind
I can see time mocking the human race with the secret to immortality at the finish line
I can feel all things beautiful like summer love and sun-kissed skin soaking itself dry of yesterday's pain;
Simply magic.

It's a spring afternoon filled with selfish thoughts and selfless emotions.
Alone but never lonely
My mind soaring through a Moebius strip; 
Endless days for endless dreams
It's a moment in time where reality is forgiven,
Where retrograde is a fashion choice and a way of life,
Where the poor feed the rich
And the rich feed their greed,
Where the sick and the old guide the healthy
And the living are slowly dying.

We love and we hate;
All familiar strangers, sharing the same sun and dancing under the same moonlight
Some days are pointless, others a mystery
Some people are a waste of time, others leave us thinking
Too many pipe dreams, and too little time
Living in a countdown I often fear
It's time to master this labyrinth and step into tomorrow's oblivion
Time to live off of nothing but this everlasting wanderlust.

Memory Lane

Where did you go?
You've left me here all alone
You've wiped my tears and held me close and now?
How do I find my way up this road?

You've left me with nothing but kodak photos and a name,
Finger paint on a tiny t-shirt that will never fit the same
So where did all the time go?
Just yesterday you were playing hopscotch on the side of the road

You've dreamed for me after the sweetest lullabies,
You've closed your eyes to the heaviest of rains,
And you've cried to the slightest of pains

So how can I gain your innocence once more and know nothing for a day?
Nothing of all the heartaches and scars I've left on your soft skin,
Nothing of the sorrowful eyes I've made of yours with every misfortune

Rewinding the clock, I'd live every moment just the same,
I'd enjoy all the laughter and silly games,
I'd save that smell of home in a jar if I could,
With all the good times and fighting you never understood,
All the birthdays and family meals,
All the sick days where mom helped you heal,
With bedtime stories and kisses on the hand,
And the stories grandpa shared that I now understand

If time treats me right I'll have wrinkled your skin and slowed your speed,
I'll have countless stories to tell and so many mouths to feed,
I promise you won't be all alone,
When you're sick in bed in a place you call home,
I''ll try to keep your smile in my mind,
Because you take me back to those simpler times.