Lapsing down Nostalgia Avenue, singing softly in murmurs under a breath that's sighed beneath you. It's the first time I've been back since I swerved onto that detour so many lives ago. It all comes flooding in, draining down a radial blur that dizzies my head and I question my ability to drive. Look left, look right and hey! there's Familiarity across the street; stop and say hello, "Old friend, tell me, how's the weather been?" "Oh fine, just fine, the trees, you know they still tell the same old stories. I'm sayin', love, some things
Jefferson Boulevard
Never Change.
Time, she got herself side-swiped switching lanes on Route Reverie, she's still a'tickin' though." Ah yes, forcing its way through consciousness, comes recollection; down on that dangerous drive where I built life before you. "Yeah, that place looks like Hell’s been though." "Why sure, I tell you this these days, yesterday's only - Lauren Chapman safe between your ears, behind these eyes, oh, I see things nobody sees no more. Say, here's for all your troubles." I bid Familiarity goodbye, stowing the muse he handed me in the back of my glove box. Immersed in the Melody and feeling infinitely lighter, I realize I'd left all my regrets five miles down the road and I didn't even feel them dying under my tires.
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