The grass is greener, looking behind
On the well-worn path, the sunset shines
You can feel a bittersweet wind blow
The smells of childhood fill your nose
The fire of nostalgia is quickly kindled
Your hold on the present slowly dwindles
You follow the path into the woods
Dredging up your past, the bad, the good
Shadows grow long, staining the ground
Things meant to be lost are suddenly found
Turning around, sprinting away
You try to keep the panic at bay
You burst out of the forest, weak in the knees
Keeping your back to the spine-chilling trees
The trees had seemed so sweetly to call
You should never have entered the woods at all
Luring you with sweetness, then ending with pain
That’s how it goes on Memory Lane
About the Creator
Robin Penn
I'm a college student who loves to write about anything and everything! I hope to reach a lot of people through Vocal.
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