trees

Rolling back, riding along, clickty clickity clack.
Close my eyes, breathing in, travel down the track.
Letting go, holding on, floating in the tide
Bobbing, weaving through the past, while going for a ride
Fire lights a memory, stored within my genes
Awake and yet in the place touched within my dreams
Run my mind along the days, like hands along a fence
Strange to me how real it feels, this past and present tense
Bump and drift down the track of thoughts and memories
I plant my dreams and hopes and days like a thousand tiny trees