It's not like photos that naked eyes see
Nor foregone words that were said to me
Ya'll know it feels its all coming back
Allowed me not to pick up any slack
These past few days had seem the same
Way back from the past that I came
Or a question might still lingers through
Am I still in prison in the past I blew?
Departed memoirs still seem to linger
Like glue, it clings to me such a stinger
Yesteryears appear to me, have regressed
Haunting this present with such distress
Oh yes it might be those little things
Prompted everything I lost in strings
Ol' abode stalwartly tried to put in void
Yet keeps coming back not destroyed
Old air from seem like ages that breezed
Sounds like before I tried not to seize
Oh look at that Christmas balls hanging
Don't you recognize it before dangling?
See those fares they've prepared sweet
Taste of memories when reeked deceit
Old photographs might be like common
It summons back the past before omen
Liberate me free and all to this cage
Before all this sanity ran out of sage
Unshackled thy soul to this broken past
Unlock thy weary mind for me to last
