Memory Lane

I dig a hole into the ground

To get to my old height

So maybe all my childhood friends

Would speak in more than just short texts

Before I knew they talked behind my back

I gather rocks and stones

To build a time machine

So visits to my cousins would be fun again,

Before they cared more about their phones than playing pretend

I build a rocket ship

To shoot high into space

And as I see each star

I see an older dream

But I'm no good at digging

And time machines aren't real

And I'm no rocket scientist,

So that's not good either

They say live in the present

But how I miss the past

When unicorns and time machines were real inside my head

So I try to set feelings aside,

Remember when it is I stand,

But sometimes memory lane

Is just too hard to not go down