So much changes in materialistic world
In so little time…..

The roads once known and glided with eyes closed
Now seem like a wonderland with glaring lights enough to blind the sight

The smells, the vibes, the small shops and few shorts rides
The roads we walked on have now turned into highways

It’s not easy to work with change…to come back to roots where nothing’s same
And yet u hold my hand in the casual stride
U make me calm and peaceful inside

Back we start all over again…we fall in love and off am swept
laughter shared, tears shed, hands held and memories made…