In the midst of a day full of other objectives
of thoughts and distractions that keep the mind active
a quiet, small strain of something old recollected
slips by in the background, almost neglected.

At first it confuses, familiar but not
quite familiar enough to place into it’s spot.
Warm like the brush of an old worn fabric,
its presence is kind and makes you feel whole,

Like the rhythm of time gone past has a soul
that recognizes the place you have come
is one you were meant to be all along
and this little reveal in the form of a song

is to let you know you can keep walking on.