journey to memory lane

man, am i fond of reminiscing the good old days.

tatanga-tanga , tutunga-tunganga

all alone
staring at the horizon
pensive until dawn

PAST

"No one knew I was going away,

I thought myself I should come back some day.

I could not return from my liberty,

To my youth and my love and my misery.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet,

The only sweet thing that is not also fleet.

I’m bound away for ever,

Away somewhere, away for ever."