Nostalgia

Streets cracked, sneakers worn, dreams got scuffed, Corner store stories, chips and cheese puffs. Echoes of the laughter, kids run amok, Time slipped through fingers, sand in a cup. Late nights, porch lights, cicada hum, Summer haze thicker than grandma's rum. Gameboy clicks, then the streetlights hum, Homies in a cipher, words weighing a ton. Back in the daydreams, where the sky stayed gold, Memories folded, stories retold. Trap of the past, but the beat still rolls, Nostalgia’s a chain, but it warms my soul. Faded Polaroids, smiles never fake, Pops’ old records, spinning hearts ache. Past's a heavy jacket, worn but great, In the mirror, I see the boy I recreate. Chalk lines for hopscotch, not for crime, Clock tick slower, froze in time. Candy wrappers litter where we’d climb, Yesterday’s rhythm still shapes my rhyme. Back in the daydreams, where the sky stayed gold, Memories folded, stories retold. Trap of the past, but the beat still rolls, Nostalgia’s a chain, but it warms my soul.