Smoke On The Wind

How can a memory be so hard to take?

So hard to take that you can’t remember

So hard to remember that you can’t take it

How can a memory be so forgotten?

So buried under layers of life

So lifeless yet burning away

How can a memory be so elusive?

So untraceable you don’t know where to start

So puzzling without all the parts

And why are some memories so frightful

And others so delightful

Some are imprinted so we never forget

Some are like smoke on the wind

So promise me the memory is there

That I can search and destroy it’s hold

But through all the layers of me

It’s so hard to see it

Yet I feel the memory burning

I smell the smoke on the wind

Is It Because I'm Tired?

Is it because I’m tired

That I’m feeling very nostalgic,

And longing for a time

When I didn’t have to care

About all those grownup things,

And all we had to worry about

Is what game we’d play today,

Or what time is dinner,

Or waiting for the 3 o’clock school bell to ring –

And I remember that some of it was painful

But I go back anyway

And I remember that some of it was scary

But I go back anyway

And some of what I remember

I try to forget

And still I’m drawn to that time

When I could have been anything

But came out slightly damaged

And I go back anyway

And I love those days

And I’m feeling very nostalgic

Is it because I’m tired

Ralphie