When I ponder
a image so soft emerge from no where
When I reminesences
who is this is always left unanswered
When I am nostralagic
a mug with mesmerised beverage quenches the pain
When past cast its shadow
a image of far and wide stands tall at the pelothra
When I sit back over the couch
the agony is far beyond explaination
When my heart sings songs of the past
the flower laiden bough bends to tell a tale
When even the mirror forms my own shadow
and echoes
oh the beautiful past oh the beautiful past