Turn another of life’s back pages
Like peeling layers of the onion
Jump into the story anywhere
The journey is not a linear gallop
Like a jumble of twisted spaghetti
Slowly winding life around your fork
Each tale, a strand and unique image
Connected by the threads of recall
Each moment, a thread spun into fabric
Slices of life dusted and cataloged
Memories, a stew of pleasure and challenge
Of accomplishment, setback and wonder
In youth the building frame rises slowly
A structure, repetitious, exposed and skinless
Over time, personality turns inside out
When a soul is unearthed and examined
Paint of experience emboldens the canvass
The reticent man might disappear inside
He will see what’s invisible to many
A beating pulse of the internal engine
If you listen, the world will listen back
In the quiet, the heart plays a symphony
Performing the music of our emotions
Fueling the thunder of internal passions
Looking deep within the pupil of the eye
A reflective pool refreshes delicious imagery
The smile is a fountain of distant keepsakes
Sound, visual, pulses, moments converge
Turn the page, savor the memory
Ticket 2 Ride 
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