Memories drift,
can’t remember
the first time,
but it was a home
to let it be.
Yeah, it was.
Walking Penny lane,
yesterday’s notes
echo around places
and people,
within my mind;
they don’t even know
they’re within without.
Li’l darling,
It’s been ages
finally coming.
I feel the sunset;
it’s all around,
here it remains,
Strawberry fields
forever.
