Revive

[stuartdrummond]

Fire has turned into ash
Lost my way with words
Memories came with a flash
After years of absent thirds

Tales of happiness and love
Tragedies of depression and low
Wasting time, sick of
Surely but slow

For the future and past
I want to light it again
Some hobby that last
Hand in hand with a pen

Excuse my banality
I am like a child
My new mentality
Words shall go wild