A mind is a mirror maze

Reflections cradle us through

Past wishes toy with the glass

We giggle

In hopes that the old things will dissipate

Time never adjusts

Past never presents itself

We conform

A simple smell grips our hand through the twists and turns

It swaddles

Through tough times and good times to carry us through

This mirror maze reflects false senses of reality

The idols of our childhood

Fade into the reflections as we adapt with the time

A song can form a path home

A phrase, a regret

Yet we find this beautiful

We tend to dwell on the past

It is too simple when it stares back at you, yet

It’s healthy

It’s real.

Nostalgia.