Reflections

As the record spins

Plays

I am listening

Reminds me of simpler days

Tears run down my face

Memories of the good times replaced

By the chaos of today

Good times

My mind chase

I want time machine

Go back into time and a place in my life

When love was innocent

Joy was care free

A time I was in awe of the discovery

Of me

Dreaming

When I grew up

What I wanted to be

Memories are like record players

Simple and care free

The way I used to be