Back in Time

Going back in time,

Remembering my old days.

In a time machine,

Looking back at the old me.

Remembering how I used to be.

And what I thought would always be.

Never thought of it much until just now.

How I never lost the touch I once found.

The feeling was always in my heart,

Yet could never figure how to take it apart.

Thought it would fade,

And I thought it once did,

But the feeling came back once I started again.

Thinking back at the times I spent.

Out by the locker and by the fence.

In the morning by the basketball post,

In the afternoon by the bus loop.

Never thought I would remember the day,

When I thought I lost the thing that made my day.

A few years have past sense the thought has occurred,

But now that I am thinking it can’t help but grow.

I wonder what this could all mean,

But I think of what it used to be.

The thought was in my mind for quite some time,

But too many things got in the way.

Seemed to move on,

I lived my life,

Sparks kept on appearing but would soon die.

Now the chance has spurred up again,

Only this time I am speaking within,

Words fly out like bats from a cave,

Looking for a place stay.

Hopefully finding a place to feed,

So that they may grow and continue to live free.

Only time will tell if its just another spark,

But this time I don’t think it will dim out or move on,

Because the seed was planted and now thoughts moves along,

Like water falling from a waterfall.

Only to find somewhere to splash,

And one day calm down and touch land.