the direction was forward
enjoy the trip
silly songs to blues
it became too quick
too much of a game
scores were made
like painting over outdated posters
emotions were paid
but time cracked the colors
didn't have the basic
tried not to peak
always try to case it
but it found us
the rear view mirror was too much of a distraction
like thick fog, we are now blinded
but hey, it's only a memory bump