Wherever the wind of nostalgia blows me,
there you shall find me, deep in the bowel of nostalgia
Reminiscing on days gone by,
Of memories made And opportunities lost.
There where what could have been,
Should have been,
Never was,
A Trip nowhere far,
Yet somewhere near.
That Space between
filled with regret, joy and sadness
A lonely space, a happy space
That place at the mercy of the cardinal winds beneath me carrying me to no end,
An endless expense of timeless memories.