A million memories gushing as streams through the mountains buried inside in darkness.
Idle days and lazy evenings giving way to anger and the sadness.
For those with scraped knees and bruised ankles, it is no walk in memory lane.
The past in red, carrying stories, painting the present with pain.
Some choose to spend their days, admiring, counting their yesteryears.
Some choose to escape, drown themselves to a blur, for the past has dried their tears
No Walk Down Memory Lane . ...