I realize that I am being called back,
To my childhood stomping grounds,
I am being called back to recover my lost memories,
What happened,
Why did it happen,
When did it happen,
How old was I,
Why do I forget,
Why do my stomping grounds keep calling me,
What happened,
Those are the questions I ponder,
They say I had a good life,
Then why do I forget everything,
What did I repress,
So I'll dive in deeper,
I will retrace my steps,
I'll figure it out in time.
