The Labyrinth of my Mind

I sometimes wander the labyrinth of my mind.
The memories, the emotions a journey back to
and through the passing of my time.
I do often wonder where it all went, time I mean.
To have, to hold, even to taste the feel of those old
days, those old stories.
But the past is not my future and I'��ve blazed a few
new trails in my life, so it'��s onwards into the land
where memories are forged on the anvil of life, and
welcomed like glow of a new dawn.
Like it or not I suppose, but fortunately I still enjoy that.
It'��s not so much a, "��blazing"�� anymore but a stop, stare
and shooting of the breeze with a few fellow travelers,
maybe share a glass or two.
The slowing pace suits me now even though the mind
occasionally still gallops ahead without ever catching
up with the mouth, but hey, it keeps the blood pumping.
So here's to the memories of youth, alive and well in the
labyrinth of my mind.