Seen Songs

I see the songs.
I think about the past.
I wonder what it would be like if it all came back.

I see the songs.
I hear about the scenes
and wonder if they knew that that was half of me.

No complaints,
broke a brain.
Tried to stay,
went some way.

Life, death, and love were roaring.
Lost, found, and out blaring from inside.
Mind strong, hang tight.
What’s a few years anyways?
Just hang tight.

I see the songs.
Fading pixels in the haze
and wonder if I’ll ever get back to that place.

I see the songs.
Melting colors in a beat.
I wondered what it’d be like to walk back into me.

Opened the door and walked on into me.