I guess the best days are behind us
Only old photographs, letters and yearbooks are all we have to remind us
Decade old VHS tapes rewinds us...
Back to when summers crayon ink was nice and neat / the time when it was wrong to cheat
A flashback when things weren't left so incomplete
Growing and knowing is bitter sweet
Doodling on loose leaf sheets
I reflect on these cold streets
That didn't seem so bad walking through 'em as a lad
We didn't have much, but we were glad
My thoughts go deeper than waves in the ocean
Hold this load of emotions
Within my skin
In actuality....it's no difference between now and then
Only perception
My birds eye view helps me keep the mighty pen on point & cue
Makin it "do what it do" at this profession
Forward progression is the direction this ship is headed
Even though my mind stays "locked" like a head that dreaded
Look forward Joe...
We still have time to edit...

Peace