I passed through the old path again,
through the road on a rainy day,
and grass greener at both ends,
somehow still same,and yet totally new,
and then I look straight upon the building ahead,
from the memories,that were seemingly forgotten.
Some strange force opening my ears to screams,
those of yearning,of a time long gone,
and people forgotten,the slow advent of
the magical spell taking over.
the laughter of unseen friends,shreaks,
the ears filled with happy nostalgic sounds,
and as you look down to the ground,
an old friend’s hand pats your back.
And when you look forward again,
a dim light from long ahead,
the corridor that was once familiar,
fades before the eyes again.
A dance of those hallowed doorways,
that go on fast into the future,
the faces that stood there once,animated,
change,but a hint of the past remains.
And what about me,someone asked,
well,there isn’t much to say,i believe,
the paths that we all go on,
I am going them too,
my story told by those halls that are lonely now,
a silence broken by the sadness,
of the time that passed,
and days that don’t last.