The street is cobbled in stones of yesterday.
It is filled with people of my dreams.
Souls who I have seen.
People who were.
The street is endless,
as long as my life.
The days and hours and minutes of it
House of first and last kisses
Vacation hall of fame.
Now playing: Her most embarrassing moments.
I stroll down the lane of my past.
The lane of memories.
The lane of what was and dreams that will never be.
I stroll down my memory lane to remember what could have been forgotten.
What will be forgotten as my life goes on.