Nostalgia for the Present

I'm looking at this picture
Of younger days these memories speak
A thousand words a second

It's funny how we depict our
Past without a doubt that it was
Miles above the present

Sometimes I find myself on
Trains of thought that take me back to
Memories I long for

I put them on the shelf but
Everyday their colors change
As judgement falls through the floor

And I just run in place

Memories kill my brain
I will give them grace
Time will call my name
I will dig its grave

I can't lift my feet off the ground
The road ahead won't make a sound
My head will turn the other way

Memories kill my brain
I will give them grace
Time will call my name
I will dig its grave

2 Years from now I may somehow sit down and start to think about these moments
I called home, but were not glowing in the light then that they shine in going forward Through my life, yet I sit here retrospectively
I wanna leave believe that things were better yesterday

I'm finding as I grow up that I'm fighting for a life that has already passed by
I'm looking for a time that went over my head, like a cloud that lets the sun shine
Through it now but had no silver lining then I don't know how I lost it

And the cost is living with the consequences of the present being tossed
Into the furnace where its outer layer burns as we learn that underneath
It was a life-defining moment but it's too late to retrieve it

The story isn't over yet the past looks good but if we had nostalgia for the present Redirecting our reflection, we could open our eyes and seek
To find a better life here in the moment, holding on unfolding it, not letting go of it

Now don't start leaving these ashes of regret behind you
And cry as you remember the times that you just threw away
'Cause good times are always passing don't cry
Because they're over just smile and watch them happen