Here comes my old memories

I sat and wonder 

Old memories I wonder

Old friends I wonder

Old classmates I ponder 

A journey I embark 

Through my memories 

Road look so narrow 

Narrow like the road to Libya 

Alone searching 

They never care did they

They never searched did they 

What's the need of searching I wonder

All my search, no answers

No clue , no trace of them 

My search will it stop

I wonders will thee stop 

No longer waiting for them 

No longer searching for them 

No longer thinking of them 

No longer wondering about them 

Alone I walked as always 

Not searching for them 

A spark clue to my eyes 

My eyes never stop looking 

Here it's them, here they comes 

My old precious memories 

My old friends, my old classmates,

There they are, they looked the same.

Running like a crock, 

trying to save himself of it's owner,

To embrace my old memories 

To embrace my old friends,that looked the same.

There they are,

No recognition I got,

My face they've forgotten,

My voice they've forgotten.