the surreal blur

but for only a quick glimpse was I home again

to be aghast with changes that seem overdone

for none of them match memories of old

the memories that once haunted me day in and day out

the faces were the same but not all the mannerisms

the smells were the same but not all the places from which they came

the buildings were so much more and so were the people that occupied them

the streets can't seem to contain the bulging overflow of wheels and people

everywhere we turned there were more, more than before

the sounds of squeals and screatches, of horns and brakes

'twas like the ever multiplying school of fish

moving in packs too many to count

on some quiet weekend afternoons a few quiet empty places scattered about

like jewels amongst a spaghetti of ever quick moving pace

and out in the country amongst the lush green hills of tropical tranquil

there is even more beauty in the slower pace

where smaller critters can be heard

it is here the city smog finds no place of rest

it was all a surreal blur that seemed to tease all memory senses

moving at a pace that only time can keep up with

oh what to the aching heart have old memories surrendered to

for these newly forming  memories, as short as they be,

seemed to have trampled on cultural evolutions still undefined

it is but with one blink the old memories seem to fade

as they melt and vanish into time and space

that elude me maybe forever

as the mind ages with time that knows no standing still

come back to me for I know not how to let go

I must not let go

for it is the bitter and the sweet in all things past

that define who I am

it is the history molded into the present onto the future

with tears of bittersweet sorrow

I will hang on as if to be dangling on that cliff of memories 

for I fear that to let go

will only deepen the chasm of all things I dare not forget

away from all things now and evolved...and into the future