The gift of memory comes hand in hand
With a recognizable comfort
Scents that remind
And actions that trigger forgotten memories
The need to go back and relive the golden days
The feeling of doing things differently
Wondering if things would be better
If you had done this over the other
To say what was never said
For a good reason or for not
It’s all in the past
But never to rot
The longing for better days
Feeling as if they’re long behind you
The possibility of that is true
As well as the possibility of better days ahead
Blinded by the warmth of nostalgia
To let it fool you into thinking
That you’ve lived past your expectancy
Find new comfort in the arms of the unknown
Instead of being afraid
Of what it has to show
And let it guide you
To somewhere better
