Why not? The valley of recollection
Can be raw, can be windy, but it's spring
And the river that runs through it is free
Of snow banks and ice jams for the first time
Since whenever was when you could relax.
So relax. Remember what felt good then
As part of whatever feels right right now.
Stare out into the fierce blue afternoon
And think of the green days gone and to come.
Nostalgia's so unfairly, cruelly mocked
By those who hold the world condemned and vile,
And seethe, small volcanoes of redemption.
When I'm like this, I like it as it is.Can be raw, can be windy, but it's spring
And the river that runs through it is free
Of snow banks and ice jams for the first time
Since whenever was when you could relax.
So relax. Remember what felt good then
As part of whatever feels right right now.
Stare out into the fierce blue afternoon
And think of the green days gone and to come.
Nostalgia's so unfairly, cruelly mocked
By those who hold the world condemned and vile,
And seethe, small volcanoes of redemption.
My days have held a sweetness I still taste.
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