Memories Souvenirs

Think I’ll fly back to the future, my days of future’s past,

to look at dreams I used to dream and know now, none will last.

No more than just a second, just like these forty years,

and forty more will come and go,

just memory's souvenirs.

Those souvenirs were hard to pry from memories web-like maze,

Implanted 40 years ago in days of Purple Haze.

Each reveler brought out a piece for everyone to share,

And each piece then would spawn ten more,

From days of flowing hair.

In looking back we gathered strength, and know now how to go,

Into the twilight of our lives the gathering did show,

That only memories truly last, like gold throughout the years,

So sweet, so warm and so intense,

Those memories souvenirs.