Yesterday's footprints fading in the sand Clock hands spinning like a DJ’s demand Lost moments, stacked like crates in the attic Dust on the vinyl, life’s static erratic Memory lane, it’s a cracked old road Potholes filled with stories untold Skipped stones sinking where dreams used to float Echoes in the breeze from a weathered old coat It’s never too late to rewind the tape Rewind the tape, escape the weight Never too late, we reshape, recreate No expiration on a life reawake Bicycle spokes sang songs of the past Cardboard clipped, every spin a contrast Streetlights hummed, the night’s lullaby Sky painted purple where the stars still lie Grandma’s porch swing creaking in time Back when lemonade tasted divine Old Polaroids stacked, faded in hues Capturing laughter, a snapshot of truth Moments missed, but never erased Even in shadow, the light finds a space
