It will astound you

Looking back through the yellowed pages of yesterday
Walking down paths not traveled by myself for years
Old pictures soiled by the pains of Today
Close the book before Tomorrow stains it more

Close your eyes and look again; It's not stained
Time has played a trick on you
The places and faces are still there
You only need see them in a different light

Because eventually, you will grow bored and feel trapped
And the loom of humanity will make another pass
Tying one thread to another
Until it is all one again







Ciao