This is a place

A place I don't want to be

Every hour, each minute passing by

Putting all I had into all that felt right

A handwritten note, rediscovered

A familiar song on the radio

Wish I could never allow myself to play

I remember the changing color of leaves

I remember the gust of October winds

Missing the feeling of hope

Missing the comfort of promises

I'm caught between too many walls

In this neverending maze

These years pile up on us

These memories cause me to shake