It's What I've Got

These summers were worlds that I remember
The lemonade, the lawn mower, the white picket fence.
They were memories that I only thought of-
Idealistic dreams of the world below.
And I’ve come to understand that the perfect world
Is found in your head.
Grandmothers and grandfathers holding photo albums,
Children’s coloring books filled too soon.
What you remember of me could have been true in time
Somewhere where
We step in time to a beat of the tides,
Moving in a predictable, irregular way.
Life goes on as we record digital lies,
Don’t forget our physical lives,
Gone too late or maybe just a little too soon.