A Blast FromThe Past!

                            I'm walking down the street with an old friend reminscing on the good old days. Every turn I make, every bend, is a flashback. I look into your eyes and I remember how we used to run around and get in trouble. I remember all the plans we use to make, everything we used to say. It's like a flash flood in my head. Every time I turn around I feel high from a new head rush. Every crook and nany, every hide away we found. It's all coming back to me. Everything I see is a reminder of you and me. It makes my heart skipp a beat. I jump from the nearist cliff and land on my feet. Every which way I turn, just makes the memories burn. I try to find peace of mind, but still running out of time. I don't know how much longer my head can handle this blast from the past.