Stuck In Reverse

Pictures turned dusty and brown

Shattered glass and broken frames

Pages turned wrinkly and yellow

Scribbled indexes, ripped covers

No one remembers those echoing corridors

Those stubborn attitudes and those violent fights

That sardonic humor in those cheery smiles

Making figures from the cloud in the bright skies

When did those traded cards lose their burnish?

We are the ones who let that nostalgia perish

Every mistake reminds that one lesson taught

Filled eyes, shut lids, blues in the faces,

Broken hearts, those wounds never faded

That race to the river fronts

Those nostalgic moments, those circular ripples

Legs in cold water and hands full of stones

That night sky and those glimmering stars

Heads tilted towards the sky

Some on the grass green with dye

All those glimmering eyes

Some with innocence, some with lies

Each mind fancying a common desire

To replay that same record again

Playing it inverse

But this time, stopping it and wanting to

Stuck in Reverse