I was there, we all were
I can think about being there, then, in another day I'm looking back this far
Seein is believin, but, somethin seen is like a falling star
Falls once, then no more star
Then you're in another day looking back this far
Remembering comes sometimes like mystic magic from afar
Seein is believin, but, seein a thing somethin like a falling star
In a time here, then gone and memory returns it
Although I can't see it like a star
I feel I believe the memory show like a wormhole science channel in my head
Only seen by me, and only I can believe what I see
Only I can see that far back in my head
More personal than eyesight
I just feel I believe it instead
Don't need a falling star to have another day looking back this far...then another one...all put to bed
And they really did happen just like I remember, they live in my head
We go to all the trouble of makin them
We shouldn't just forget them
We're always in one, every day
With or without a falling star
Remembering, then, in another day lookin back this far...what to gleen from it all
I remember it just like it was yesterday
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In Review
Non-FictionWhat is "Life In Review"? Saga, song, sonnet, story, satire, summary, sorry situations, silly sort of stupid stuff, sense and non, poems, prose, anecdotes and dozy doats, and a possible personal blow or two. This book is a collection of writings, op...
