Memory Lane

A dream bought me a one way ticket

a feel of yearning make me visit,

a place where sadness haven't found me

and my homestead was there to hug me.

I lay down my eyes over the yard,

smell my mother's apple pie

as I become superman.

Every night I pay the price

to see my baby sister crawling at my side,

my dog jumping around 

and the eldest dancing funky sounds.

I made a trip down to memory lane;

climbing trees, riding horses

and mom picking up roses, 

- what a way to shut down noises.

Able to be and not to see;

the past absorbed me 

leaving me no choices,

but to pay a fee hidden by voices.