Driving
through old memories
“Has
it really been twenty years?”
Passing
buildings, rivers, trees
“Remember
that time” inspirations
Places
of laughter and of tears
“I’ll
never forget when” meditations
The
road winds and curves all around
Each
turn another memory comes back
First
climbing up, then speeding down
Some
of the paths dead-end in sorrow
We
stop a bit, then get back on our track
Some
of the roads lead into tomorrow
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