Somewhere distantly traveled
Memories worn and faint
It’s like they are borrowed
Little time left to repaint
Trails that disappear
Lost into the mist
Everybody gone away
As if they don’t exist
An uncomfortable likeness
The streets familiar but blank
Forming a giant question mark
To the mind it seems a prank
Standing on main street
In full view of the ghosts
Specters like Gene Kelly
Swinging on the lampposts
There’s reluctance for these visits
Still you hope for a connection
Thumb through your back pages
There’s a chance of recollection
Like a silent movie of the mind
Dusty images filed to history
Not revisited till the present
Puzzle pieces of life’s mystery
Ticket 2 Ride 