Sometimes we get lost along the way
Through a garden of lost memories
Thinking about all we never got to say
We take a bite of a bitter nectarine
One that is on the edge of decay
Even when surrounded by the sweetests blueberries
We retrieve the old memories
And grief, our very past choices
We repent untaken paths
And listen to the voices
E c h o e s from our past that we just can't forget
But remember that fruit you choose,
May always be yours last
