There is nothing quite like a name to prickle the brain
Of all the times past and how we've carved our tomorrow
The mind certainly tends to work in mysterious ways
Hiding back these memories just under the skin
We daydream of days past that are forever etched in granite
Yet persist in the shadows just out of site, but never of mind
A younger time full of the glory of pure ignorance
When all was simpler and without any regret or true consequence
Endless thoughts flood back to us with just a name
To forget is purely human, but to remember
That can be truly divine...
