As time shifts measure
We grey, our lines
they
Fray and often tether
Us into a cryogenic
state
Of dystopian doldrums
without the
Stagnation of dramatic
applause
As hours dwell under
such a spell
We dream how things
once were,
Knowing the ending,
and what worked,
We could change the
entire thing time
And again….Pssst! If you do it enough times
You’re memories change
as well, believing what you choose to tell it—sad but true…but studies prove
this is not only possible, but probable in many instances….so guess there is something
to the old think and get rich stuff….hmmm
I miss the good old
days…. I miss the experience
I miss the growth; I
miss the adventures that didn’t really
Feel like that’s
exactly what they’d be
There was this
girl…there’s always a girl isn’t there?
I remember how she was
so in love with me…I laugh now,
How this young
Freshman girl saw this scrawny teen, and how cool she thought I was, simply by
hanging out with a bunch of Mathelete’s and to able to hold my own, in an arena
that the at first glance would construct plausible knee-jerk reactions,
indicating that I would fail or at best not fair too well…How she loved it when
I looked her in the eyes, and told her it was in the sine’s, how I was there
for her, and the polynomials…Which always sparked a well placed peck upon the
cheek and nothing else, right then and there—Hey she was a good girl!
I miss the hope the
future promised…what to do, what to do…ah, If only I knew then, what I know
now, how many different things I would do different…yet, still, failures and
all, I truly wonder, and can’t answer of course, what would I do? If it meant sacrificing the positive one or
two memories that are cherished so, to delete the negative from the old memory
chest? What would I do…?
I miss so many things
I miss actually buying
records and cassettes, CD’s weren’t bad either, but only when they came in the
long boxes, still have some up in the attic, but not as many as I wish I
would’ve saved…I miss the weekly spree at the comic shop, getting lost in all
the superheros tales of love, death, peril, escape and salvation…I miss those
unwrapped boxes of cards, throwing out the old stale gum…I miss the Atari 2600,
heck, I still have a pong, but really, it’s nostalgic now, but that doesn’t
mean it’s as fun as it once was…I miss skipping school and watching soaps with
my mom all day….and of course the game shows that would come on before the
primetime shows would come out to play…
I miss a lot…but
Then again…I bet most
miss what’s behind them I just don’t want to miss what may await…hopefully in
20, 30 perhaps 40 years down the road, I’ll be able to look back, find the
linchpin moment that turned around this show, and once again the adventures
would come, breeding happiness all at once…yeah…I miss those memories yet to
come.
