Seems to me that every day
I seek to find a path
That takes me back to a familiar way
Simple pleasures, a bubble bath.
Memory resides in impressed emotions,
Places where details slide
In and out of focused potions
Reality they deride…
Sepia colored, idyllic scenes
shading the truth pristine-
Abundant blessings, humored dreams-
Let me be all about returning to the routine
That never existed, in constancy
Of life lived most fully.
There is no one place where leniency
Or memory does not bully
pains and aches of daily grind,
Numbing away the sharpness,
Improving recollections I find,
Pushing away routine’s starkness.
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