The Lane of Time

Take me back to three summers ago,
when truth sang sweetly, to and fro.

Lead me to faraway places so unknown
that trees intertwine and vines have grown.

Show me the way to wishes untowed
with dreams undreamt and hopes bestowed.

Steer me along to rivers that flow,
where days were long and tides were low.

But nights are dreary and the moon is woe,
and morning once so friendly is now foe.