Synopses

The smell of watermelon candy...
The warm, never ending sun on my face...
Foolish childhood endeavors...
Imagination as vast as space...
Those awkward, nervous moments...
Did she like me or not?
Kissing on the band bus;
hoping to not get caught...
Having no real plans...
Always living in the day...
Neat, packaged life...
No concept of disarray...
But then times cruel hand
started dismantling my youth...
It threw me on the floor,
and shoved my face in the truth...
It's odd now walking around these
lonely graves...
To see my name etched in granite;
when I wanted my ashes within the waves...