Blue [the Chronicling of an Era]

Section End [Afterthoughts]

These were written in the time before

Lost in the shuffle of my new life

They surfaced due to a dream

Once sweet and refreshing

I just had to look back

Rummaging through a box of novelties

I found some old loose leaf, covered in the past

It had to be said, It is a part of me

No matter how hard I try to deny it

The words will always be