The hands on the clock read one.
Insomnia is where I'm from.
Memories flash before my eyes.
The feeling of sleepiness dies.
Memories of being careless and free.
Memories of my family and me.
Living with nothing but time.
Living like everything was fine.
And it was.
For once.
I want those times back.
But then the memories from the picture go black.
The picture is frozen in time.
But for that split second the memory was mine.
I wish I could hold it.
And own it.
And never lose it.
Everything then was a blast.
But now it's all a part of the past.
I wish that the time would last.
Listening to the song, "crossroads"
I miss remembering how the song goes.
Just little things like that.
That I wish I could bring back.
And make them last.
It all seems so far away.
I look around and realize that today is just another day...
