My old cassette player is like a mental photo album of all my childhood memories.
Just listening to a certain song can take you back to a time when nothing seemed to matter.
The sweet transition from Reo Speedwagon to The Counting Crows and everything in-between.
I learned how to fight for my right to party from The Beastie Boys, and learned about the pompatus of love from Steve Miller
I got high with Willie and Dylan, and sang along with "You've Got A friend" when James Taylor may have been my only friend
My cassettes became my companions, accompanying me on random road trips and keeping me sane in insane moments
through breakups and makeups, I am grateful for the time we spent together
but much like life itself, the cassettes became unraveled
my idols became old and grey
some boarded planes to rock n roll heavens far above the clouds
time is a thief that robs everyone of their days
one day you are the rebellious youth, rocking out to The Stooges and Ramones, and the next thing you know, You're rocking in a wooden chair seated in the foyer of an old folks' home
listening to some crooner imitating Sinatra, badly.
Goodbye Past, I'll miss you.