Memory Lane

I went driving tonight,
trying to clear my head of fright,
or was it sadness? or was it fear?
It never really was quite clear,

and it was a few blocks before I realized
what a street I'd picked to take my drive.
I was cruising Memory Lane;
literally driving right through the pain.

It was the present that filled me with woe,
but, Oh, how I learned that the past I do tow,
by looking at a sign upon a post,
telling me to memories I will play host.

Good images and things that brought me pain--
they all visited me while cruising Memory Lane.
It was just the name of a street,
but, likewise, a message so unsweet.

I don't know that it made me feel better,
but it helped me get my head together.
I'm still in an altered state,
but I think now I know my fate.

January 24, 1994