Searching through the memories in my mind, Looking for a place called home. Digging, delving, sifting, scanning, Files flipping with my thoughts ~~~~~~~~~~ Somewhere there must be something hiding deep, A file that fits the search. Days of thinking, hours of thoughts, Nothing seems to fit the spot. ~~~~~~~~~~ Fading memories washed with constant thoughts, Try to make them new again. Yesterday's years, tomorrow's dreams, Must be hiding somewhere deep. ~~~~~~~~~~ In years gone by and times to come, Time will walk by slow. Seasons come and seasons go, Will start a file and fill it slow.
I have no idea either but i am doing it just like yourself. I think it is wonderful and keep doing what you are doing. I can feel as I read so it is good.... Nice work