• They fade and then appear in dreams,
    solid colors and faded beams.
    Steps to paradise,
    and cups full of rice.
    Dreams and beliefs,
    that begin to weather like the reefs.
    When all is left within your mind,
    are fragments and rinds.
    When dreams are yesterdays,
    and sorrows are today's.
    When life was greener,
    and fresher
    and more foolish.
    Those were the days
    when memories weren't just figments that faded away,
    but real today's.
    Those were the days.