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Why Go Back

Sometimes what ails us can be cured, if we know where to look.

By Jason MortonPublished 3 years ago • 2 min read
Why Go Back
Photo by Creedi Zhong on Unsplash

All is not lost

Nor shall it ever be

For with even the greatest of cost

There is forever in thee

Escapes from the world around

Travels as far as you can dream

What joys and wonders will about

Things are lost, they only seem

Find solace in knowing you can find a haven

In the most desperate of times, it awaits

At the end of the rope, dirty and unshaven

Running from the fickle hand of the fates

Always there when you are ready with open eyes

A place gripping you tight, raising you from the flame

Escaping for precious moments all things you despise

Realizing within them, some things still feel the same

Like children enjoying a warm and safe embrace

Long before leaving to make their mark

Before they went off to conquer the vastness of space

Growing old, watching the world on a bench in the park

All how yearn to feel the memories so warm

Escaping the trials of and demons of the day

From the ugly to being guts deep in the war

They all would go back for a chance to be safe and play

Forget not where that safe place resides

Go in search of it when at your most beaten

Remember, it is you from it that runs and hides

A visit from time to time and life will sweeten

For it was you that walked away

On your journey through time

Always thinking of going back someday

Forgetting it was a place where you could feel fine

Lost in the days, you have become

Remember not what you knew so well

A life like yours lived in your mind by only some

Thinking you were the only one living in hell

Missed moments and chances, your fault

Twas you that chose your path so rash

Locked what mattered in your secret vault

Suffered so much when your life crash

That one place you miss

It is easier to get to than you think

The warmth of feeling the sun's first kiss

Something to hold onto when you’re on the brink

Smells that twang upon heartstrings

Memories of when the world was yours to take

Smiles at a simple phone that rings

Times and people that you would forsake

Before it’s too late, my haphazard friend

Remember to open your eyes

See that we all have an end

Find that place before you’re the one who dies

All along, it has been there

You were too blind to see

All that about you did once care

It came along with you as a memory

It’s been inside you all along

To blind to see you’re not alone

Swallow that pride, admit you were wrong

The cure for your troubles has a name…

Image by Jason Morton using Bing Image Creator

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Jason Morton

From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.

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    Written by Jason Morton