These jumbled memories,   I hope I won't lose them as I grow older.   Nostalgia crushes me like a giant tidal wave of lemon soda.      Bittersweet memories, painful in a pleasant sort of way.   I miss my dog, I miss my friends,   I miss anything that I no longer possess.      And now my future is punching me in the nose,   but I'm not bleeding yet...   I hope it stops before it, I hope it stops before it breaks...      Running it all together like coleslaw   on a summer day, but I can still see the pieces   of shredded cabbage & mayonnaise.      And I hope that right now   I'm the same person that I'll ever be and I hope   that the little kid inside me never decides to pack up and leave.